I hope you know I love you
You can see it in my eyes
I giggle when you kiss me and
Leave love marks on my thighs.

I cannot voice my thoughts aloud
You know I cannot say
I love you dear, I always will
I’m just not quite that brave.

We said it once, we said it twice
We said it every day.
And even though it’s comfortable
It’s just not quite the same.

It’s better now, I can’t describe
The way you make me feel.
It felt so strange not having you,
But now my heart can heal.

When I see your face and hear your laugh,
My heart feels fully free.
Every time you touch my hair
I’m happy as can be.

But I cannot say I love you yet
I must admit I’m scared.
But know until I’m ready to
The love was always there.

Lost yourself
Tossed yourself
Out the ******* door

Where you went
Who you are
Kicked across the floor

The one I know
The one I love
Is nowhere to be found

It’s like I took your heart
Ripped it out
And smashed it on the ground

It’s not my fault
I know I can’t
Control the way you heal

I never can
And never will
Feel the way you feel

Now you’re gone
You’ve lost your spark
I never want to call

I tried so hard
To keep you here
I gave my ******* all

Too bad
So sad
You had to go and change

Now it’s me who’s gone
I don’t feel bad
Was never playing games

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****.

.
What is a poet to do
when his favourite muse
faints whilst making love,
a victim of passions fuse.

To carry on regardless?
Perhaps slap her lovely cheek?
Mouth 2 mouth no tongue?
Or maybe implore her to speak?

A lesser poet
shakes her anxiously
and writes a verse about prowess and spooning.

A True poet
carries on regardless
and writes a sonnet about his muse and swooning.



© Pagan Paul (23/05/18)