She played me like a fiddle
Tuned into my thoughts and dreams,
Read me like an open dictionary
Knew how to solve the riddle,
And so it seems;
She was nothing revolutionary,
Just another pretty face
Gone almost without a trace,
Leaving me in wondering
Sitting and pondering,
How will I ever solve this puzzle?
But I must return to my hustle,
What keeps me grounded
While all others are dumbfounded,
I keep my head clear
Undistracted unable to hear,
The melodious song of those sirens
Beautiful and enchanting; oh how it lightens,
The spirit and mind
Leading many astray,
Their purpose behind
And as they break though the fray,
They all crash and burn
For all this I refuse to take a turn...
© okpoet
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC
She played me like a fiddle
Tuned into my thoughts and dreams,
Read me like an open dictionary
Knew how to solve the riddle,
And so it seems;
She was nothing revolutionary,
Just another pretty face
Gone almost without a trace,
Leaving me in wondering
Sitting and pondering,
How will I ever solve this puzzle?
But I must return to my hustle,
What keeps me grounded
While all others are dumbfounded,
I keep my head clear
Undistracted unable to hear,
The melodious song of those sirens
Beautiful and enchanting; oh how it lightens,
The spirit and mind
Leading many astray,
Their purpose behind
And as they break though the fray,
They all crash and burn
For all this I refuse to take a turn...
© okpoet
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