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Clifford Chapman Jul 2019
When you said that you loved me,
though you knew it wasn't true,
had you planned your betrayal,
as a thing you had to do?

Wasn't even your second best,
how could I've been so very blind?

I was rarely on your mind,

(I was rarely on your mind)

I was rarely on your mind.

Maybe I was in the wrong place,
at the lonely, lonely times,
but you never once told me,
you were happy I was yours.

And those things you should have said and done,
guess you just never made the time.

I was rarely on your mind,

(I was rarely on your mind)

I was rarely on your mind.

Tell me,
tell me how you lived with me and lied,

and give me,
give me from your grave the tears I have so cried,
that I so cried.

And those things you should have said and done,
guess you just never made the time,

I was rarely on your mind,

(I was rarely on your mind)

I was rarely on your mind.

I was rarely on your mind,

(I was rarely on your mind)

I was rarely on your mind.
Just a poem to hope for catharsis of sorts, using Willie Nelson's great song 'You Were Always On My Mind' but kind of inverting it and applying it to an innocence. I've retained some of his words and tried to use the same syllabic count in all the lines.
Clifford Chapman Dec 2018
To me, there is not justice in this world,
and no god awaiting us either.
So who, therefore, could freely harm an innocent soul,
and each night sleep in peace for ever after?

For though many things that a man has done,
may well lie dormant through the passing years,
as if safe in a long-forgotten silence,
on some calm morning,
say in magic Spring,
with Nature beautiful and moving,
memories of scars on others that he made,
they will suddenly weep and break open,
sending shivers running down the spine
to haunt and torment with knowing.

And oh thus would that I,
from my cradle to my grave,
tried so not to have left on a person,
as in my goodbye to Pat,
the cuts of human pain,
and the hurt of my thoughtless actions,
when in truth I was crying out for the love she offered me,
even in the moment I last saw her.

Because your heart may never, ever, be given a chance again,
to express your regret and your deep sorrow.

— The End —