One, It was real, it was definitely not a dream
Two, loving you I found, I was good at
Three, again within the hour, you ran back to him
Four, I was happy and so were you, for that I thank you
Five, having good timing is the luxury of very few
Six, true love will sometimes last but for a minute or two
Seven, you came my way and I let you come
Eight, you chose to stay and I let you stay
Nine, you soon wanted to go...I'll try and let you go
Ten...I want to scream. But I will admire you and love you still
Eleven, I respect you, no one's to blame for how we each feel
Twelve, not a fact...but perhaps it was only me, for whom it was real.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
One, It was real, it was definitely not a dream
Two, loving you I found, I was good at
Three, again within the hour, you ran back to him
Four, I was happy and so were you, for that I thank you
Five, having good timing is the luxury of very few
Six, true love will sometimes last but for a minute or two
Seven, you came my way and I let you come
Eight, you chose to stay and I let you stay
Nine, you soon wanted to go...I'll try and let you go
Ten...I want to scream. But I will admire you and love you still
Eleven, I respect you, no one's to blame for how we each feel
Twelve, not a fact...but perhaps it was only me, for whom it was real.
A poem written after a terrible break up. Hopes were up and trust was given unconditionally. Never safest is how I felt. Little did I know of what was ahead.
