Don'T Look Back Track

You played your pipe for me to dance,
as puppet master, worked the strings,
but today my heart will pirouette;
I am giving back the gold nose ring.

Last night I saw just how it is
Between yourself and naive me;
you are the wolf, I am the lamb
always destroyed  in repartee.

You think I cannot live alone
without your condescending reign;
you won't hear Arrivederci play,
I won't come back to Rome again.

This love train has left the station;
It is speeding down "don't look back track."
Goodbye to disappointing love; 
I'm moving on to be exact.

Copyright, September 6, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Meier-Hans Avatar
September 13, 2014 at 10:22 AM
Congratulations on winning with this outstanding poem Faye.
Lamoureux Avatar
September 13, 2014 at 8:08 AM
I like the triumphant tone of this piece, congratulations. It sounds like you found the right track!
Sietesantos Avatar
September 13, 2014 at 7:55 AM
Oh, I really love this slamming piece! Excellent write, Faye! Congratulations on your great win! Pandita
A. Sharma Avatar
September 12, 2014 at 11:58 PM
Wow a very positive n inspiring write on moving on n living life wid a bang n a zeal! Oh I love it Faye! What a great pen! Congrats on ur win!
Meier-Hans Avatar
September 8, 2014 at 7:35 PM
Very clever poem on moving on.
Adams Avatar
September 7, 2014 at 1:54 PM
It is a wise soul who knows when to move on. Nice write. Congratulations on your decision and your expression of it. Cona
Fraser Avatar
September 7, 2014 at 12:37 PM
Wow, someone's been put in their place, whilst one moves on. Nice one, James :)
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