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Kryptonite

I woke today and saw that you were gone Dont know if you were right i guess now I must have been wrong Shaking my head in the mirror only thought is nevermind You were my kryptonite I was your Superman The faces in the street all look like the spit of you Long blonde hair bright blue eyes and the devil singing from your heart As I keep walking I just hope these dreams subside Your face a point blank range oh how i wish i died Friends call me crazy How right they could be I guess my mind should be In a better place and time With no conflicts of interests or tears of sorrow Am I back on solid ground My world is rosey now I back to how I was The madness now burried on the dark side of the moon No need for phone booths No need for lois lane Just me, myself, this player has returned to the game

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 10/1/2009 8:53:00 AM
I really like the analogy of "You were my kryptonite; I was your Superman." Each of us has experienced the affects of loss and the devastating power of a type of "kryptonite." And I was so glad to read that you are "back on solid ground" and have "returned to the game." That's what truly strong people do. If love doesn't work the first time around, give it another shot! Very enjoyable read, Matt. Best Wishes, Carolyn
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Date: 10/1/2009 5:52:00 AM
Interesting approach to the love loss theme. Keep writing. Sara
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