Poem, Kenneth James
Pain builds up inside,
Just looking for a release.
Then I look into your eyes,
And all hurt is appeased.
I seem to be enclosed in turmoil,
Lost – nothing works out right,
But I found something to cool my boil;
A man to keep me up at night.
As I feel his touch,
As I know I am in love,
I see him so much,
Then flies away my dove.
What to do now?
I am not myself.
I must win him back somehow,
Get my heart back to health.
I put my plan into action,
But I see him laugh
With another girl.
The bullet’s in the gun,
But I change my path.
Hanging out with prostitutes,
I act like I’m fine.
I take the news
Like just another line.
As I’m making my choice
Of who to sleep with first,
I hear that wonderful voice,
My heart about to burst.
He wants me back again,
He wants another try,
And before my words begin,
From the inside out I cry.
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