Strangers, Again
This is dedicated
To this girl
Her eyes told a mysterious story that exposed her danger
But my sixth sense was overpowered by the hearts need to love
a stranger
The perfect dime to my ninety which completes me entirely
This. . .
Girl
Was a gift from the universe, filled with distorted energy
Which then combined with mine, and I confused with synergy
From the start, gave her my hand
Invited her to my world,
Then gave her my heart
A heart that considered her a good habit
Which caused it only to beat in the presence of her love
and like a dove
I was then pictured as a symbol of peace and flew away in the skies
I was peace. We were peace.
Our light moving towards cloud nine, but past that to cloud infinity
Our future together was clear, close my eyes and I could see it vividly
we were like Siamese twins, take us apart and death is a possibility
I was here to stay,
my love was here to stay . . .
I thought you were here to stay so
you could NOT. GET. RID OF ME...
or could you?
I closed my eyes and I heard steps
And like a ninja, out of my life you crept
And this thief...
This thief came through the darkness of the night and snatched you
Grabbed you up
Dazed you
Flashed you
''I could do better than him'' through his false aura he screamed
Funny thing is, you believed.
I was deceived
Received with open arms
But later on replaced.
Thought of as the man of your dreams
But later on erased
Running from reality, when in reality I had to chase it
Love was a crutch to me, but I had to face it
You were the lost soul
That was seduced by the bandit
Now my heart considers you a cigarette
In other words a bad habit
Granted
I don't need you
All I need is mental stability
Acceptance of reality
This notebook
And my pen
So then...
Me and you can just become
Strangers, again.
Copyright © John Zapata | Year Posted 2011
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