"songest" poems
There was once a girl who fell madly in love.
Deeply in love with the wrongest of wrongs
the songest of songs
the longest of longs.
Her legs once so stable
collapsed and fell through.
Like mush mashed potatoes,
like nothing she knew.
This innocent girl,
alone and in love.
Made a promise to herself
she wouldn’t give up.
So though she loved wrongly,
though her man kept her safe,
she wanted to run,
run out of this place.
Her true love was not hers.
He was out with some other.
So she prayed and she willed
to be his new lover.
She neither cared that it wrong,
nor that it was lame.
For this was true love
to her not some game.
But this love she loved wrongly,
he just couldn’t see,
that her love was for only
the girl she could be.
He wanted them both,
but wanted his more.
For if he truly loved her
he’d be at her door.
So now she sits lonely.
She sits without any.
She lost her own dear
'cause she wrongly loved many.
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 7:45 PM UTC