I can't trust these women.
They might watch me slip
Into my private inhibitions.
And make them public,
As they just deny what I've been risking.
Life cannot be life if I should
Try to be a victim,
But that's not what I've written.
I can't cry to see a difference,
They might call it different.
When I can be your whisper
You act like your deaf and you
Won't even try to listen.
Maybe it's not meant to be
So I won't make that visit
And your cry forms a river,
You realize what you've been missing.
By then I'll be too distant.
You were the only one,
But now I have so many,
I could dwell upon the past,
That doesn't make sense because
I knew it wouldn't last.
My heart has relaxed,
So you can worry me no more.
Life has brought me plenty.
You were the only one,
But now I have too many.
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Lavish: Anthology I
PoëzieThe young writer Jimmy Lavish's first authentic anthology, entitled Lavish. Poems found in the book delineate everything from romance, beauty, and skin color, to hate, bad relations, and doubt. This is a complete collection, but is not necessarily m...