The Very First Time...
There comes a time in you life when you are going to have to trust someone why
Not start with me,
Are the very first words he has ever said to me,
I being a fool let down my guard
And opened my heart to this mysterious fraud.
You got to love someone why not start here,
Were the first things he whispered in my ear.
And the more I tried closing my ears,
The more it seemed I could hear.
Him thriving and feeding on my deepest fear.
The fact that I wished not to love again,
Seemed to just like my strength to fight slowly begun to descend...
And quicker than I heard the clock strike the hour,
I let him in and let him control my power,
Abusing and using my trust,
Mean while stating that it’s for us,
He breathed and thrived on my lust,
Killing me with every touch.
As the blood stained tears rolled from out my eyes,
I tried to convince myself that inside his soul cries,
That he too could feel my pain,
And that he would come and shelter this rain,
But he didn't,
So now in my heart there is a piece missing.
A longing a void for something,
To fill the canteen of nothing.
I vowed to cry until he comes... but he never does,
Thinking that maybe he is just lost within the absence of my love,
He never did, so I stopped crying because now I'm lost.
Copyright © Grace Givens | Year Posted 2006
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