Poem 312 in Poetry

Revised: 02/16/2019 6:04 p.m.

  • Sept. 12, 2018, 5 a.m.
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When I met the flaxen haired goddess
I was thrown for a loop

I was in the wrong bed again
It’s a game that I have never been able to win

I never thought I would meet someone
Someone like her

So smart So sexy
So gorgeous So hott

I knew from that moment I would be in love
I would love her for the rest of my life

This goddess doesn’t have angel wings
more like the Devil and the Devil’s got a new disguise

She’s got a body that is sweet as candy
I have always had a sweet tooth for the Devil’s candy

I can tell she’s trouble
I still gotta have a taste

I will never be a familiar voice on her phone
I will never reach across her in the dark

I touch her hand accidentally
And I treasure that moment

In my mind I keep telling myself
You do not want to fall in love with her

I know it’s wrong
I know it’s gotta be right

I know what I want
I don’t care if it’s not what I need

I know I am not strong
not strong enough to stay away

I have to pretend
I have to pretend I do not love her
I have to pretend

Wasted days and sleepless nights

I find I spend my time
Waiting on her call

Even though it never comes
I keep hoping that telephone rings

Here I am again
Dreaming

When I am alone at night
Thoughts of her is more than I can bear

It’s 2 in the morning
I am sitting here with my guitar

Writing songs about her
about the goddess

It’s 4:03 and I still can’t sleep
I toss and turn like the sea thinking of her

But I couldn’t stop myself if I tried
I got her too deep inside

I can’t stop believing
Believing she’s everything I need

I am damned if I don’t
Damned if I do

Then the dreams
Became a nightmare

And I am just damned
I never thought I would lose someone like her

So please God, don’t let her get too close to me
That ring she’s wearing says she’s not free

Don’t let her ask me “do you want me?”
because around her I can’t lie

All I can do now is
Hope, dream and scheme

I will never be close
Close to loving her

I am now alone with my fantasies
Fantasies of the heaven I want to be sent to
Heaven with her and her alone

Fantasies of filthy hands
no questions of if I want her

No questions of me bowing to her will
putting her first, doing what she likes

These fantasies come quickly because
I’ve thrilled to these fantasies one too many times

If she only knew I’d sacrifice
my beating heart before I lost her

I can feel my love growing for her
Growing stronger day by day

If she only knew I still treasure
Treasure all the moments we’ve spent together

These feelings are going to ruin me
Soon they won’t be secret

How is it people don’t know my feelings
When I am practically screaming them out

My heart can’t take the beating
the beating of not being near her
Of not touching her not holding her

A small voice keeps repeating
repeating in my soul

It say’s I can’t keep pretending
Pretending I don’t love her
Anymore

I can read this to everybody
But I have to
Have to Pretend it’s not about you


Last updated February 16, 2019


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