
I waited for her to walk in the door
With her ghetto diction
She was my affliction
My addiction
And the reason why I was stricken and sickened
And plagued by her rage that went way beyond adult age
I gave her the keys and offered her other things
That was dear to me
And taunted the other me
I was tempted to walk away
But I played the fool and stayed
Another day
And another
And another
And I was wrong because I stayed way to long
I was fighting with the knot that gripped my soul
And I knew she was the reason I was old and alone
No one ever told me it would be like this
Once I kissed her majestic lips
Frozen in a matrix of denial
And still
WAITING
ON
HER
Wow, this poem resonates very beautifully! And it radiates strenght and wisdom and self-awareness. Seeing that really made me smile because that strenght will carry you. It is better to know yourself and struggle than to live your whole life without getting to know yourself at all. That would truly mean being lost. Peace and love.
Yes, self awareness, I know she’s in me fighting me the whole way. I remind myself every day that I am in charge of … THE OTHER ME.
Waiting on her. Yes, indeed.
Wow, you have a great talent! Loved this!
I THANK YOU FOR YOUR APPRECIATION! (:
AWESOME!!! Wow…great read 🙂
Thank you love (:
Intriguing and powerful duality 🙂
Hello again readinpleasures (: Thank you (:
That’s very good! I really liked it.
THANK YOU FRIEND (:
you’re welcome! 🙂