Kelly
My first that loved me in new ways.
From an A-frame in Arters Mill’s country,
To parties on a Charm City’s river.
Stoned in the rush and hope of our youth,
As memories were cured in crimson and gold,
Certain songs started playing on your radio.
Reminding me of a choice I didn’t want,
And the only thing I couldn’t give you.
Your virtue denied me other excuses,
Leaving me alone fighting the truth.
I kept stalling for change or the right time,
Taking twelve rounds to realize, neither was coming
To save me from hurting you.
Twenty five years later,
And it still feels like a sin.
A Proverb’s woman far above the rubies,
Breaking and keeping those parts of me wishing,
That I had loved you.
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Contest: I love Rock n Roll
Inspired by the song:
‘A Man I’ll Never Be’
by Boston
Copyright © Rob Carmack | Year Posted 2014
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