At one time we were once friends;
That rode together only to come to
a dead end.
In my own historic chapters,
I was so young caught in a maze of love.
I had to let go like releasing an
imprisoned dove;
And in my heart the fire burned every
Memory to the stake,
Until the day you called out my name;
And we stood there face-to-face.
Your smile brought back a lot of
good memories;
That had nothing to do with astrology.
Through it all like a winter's storm;
I hugged you tight before you walked
out the door,
You hurt me once,
And I cried tears of blood.
That was then, this is now.
And I am not going to allow you to bury me under the ground,
Like a winter storm with snow falling down.
You and I are friends,
Nothing more nothing less.
All that you say and do I know it's just a test.
With your cologne and the way you dress,
I lose direction not knowing whether to turn right or left.
You're like a winter storm,
Dangerous, unpredictable, and deceiving
to the core.
About the Creator
Teresa Joiner
Author & Poet with interests in music, art, traveling.
www.amazon.com/author/teresajoiner
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