~
She will never forget you,
please be sure of that…
As you left an impression,
that remains where you sat…
In the darkened corner,
of her cruel, detached heart…
So cold and so isolated,
but no different from the start…
Of what became a saga,
that opened up her mind…
To a world of possibilities and
sinful distractions to find…
But something got lost,
somewhere along the way…
It vanished long ago,
but she was too weak to say…
And she couldn’t go on,
as it was hurting so much…
Your heart and her mind,
which is fate’s cruel touch…
To push people together,
believing it is so right…
Feeding their days and
infecting their nights…
But when reaching the point,
of making a decision…
The inner struggle begins and
it becomes a war of attrition…
As the angels within,
will fight tooth and nail…
To emerge victorious and
ensure they don’t fail…
It’s their ongoing mission,
to make her feel strong…
Finally reaching a conclusion,
even if you thought it was wrong…
But she will never forget you,
of that you can be sure …
As you remain in her dreams,
but infect her reality no more…
~
Nice line:
“Feeding their days and
infecting their nights…”
That one sinks in. Your poetry is like a type of Jazz that softens then bursts out in trombone and sax, or mellows back to Bass…
Thank you for your kind words SC – I think that is the first comment that has aligned my words with Jazz, I am humbled by the thought and compliment – Cheers J
Another great piece! ^^
Thank you – wasn’t too sure on this one, it’s been around my drafts for a whilst… Cheers J
Fabulous as always my friend
Hugs
Sal xx
Too kind as always my friend – Cheers J
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Always love his writings , xx