I Used To Be Special
I used to be special,
Now I’m just me,
Once believed in fate and goodness,
Instead just a pie in the sky.
A fool’s paradise,
Misconceived with empty promises,
Bright eyed and smiles,
Deprived and beguiled
Living a masquerade ball,
Disguised in what everyone else wants me to be.
Once kindred in time,
This family of mine,
Immodest and forthright,
Became this neglectful stoic tribe
It’s their family they must tend to,
Godforsaken,
Originatin’ back to me.
My anger withheld by absolution,
For they know not what they do,
A life lesson they’ll learn eventually.
Friends just stay a while,
Until the novelty wears,
Just the facts of life,
Season’s change,
Once birds of a feather
Forge on,
La parade nuptiale cède
Summon those birds and bees,
For the love they nestled themselves in,
Riveted them to be swallowed in the sea.
Can’t blame them, ‘cause sometimes,
The honey can be tantalizing,
For I harbor a tooth that savors this sweet reverie.
It’s their life they must live, not mine,
Differently,
I imagined mine would be,
A love spell turned spell bound,
Forced me to see
L'importance de l'amour de soi
A.L.O.N.E
The ability to unveil what once was special
Is in fact, extraordinary.
~Sealion
A.L.O.N.E. ( A Love Others Never Experience)
Copyright © Celine Soucy | Year Posted 2016
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