Memories
I don't mix with Barons , Princes or Earls
I don't desire diamonds, Rubies or pearls
I envy no one be they poor or rich
but tell me you love me and I am bewitched.
Those are not words that should be used to deceive
For when you are lonely, You want to believe
You long to hear someone utter those words
So casually uttered but so truthfully heard.
So often you told me, So often you lied
Bitter revelation and a part of me died
My heart was broken , Broken in two
My mind was tormented with memories of you.
So pleased I learned the hard lessons of youth
Protected myself by speaking the truth
Soon I grew stronger because I knew I must
I know there is someone out there in whom I can trust.
I regret nothing because my love was true
I have wonderful memories of things we would do
but one twisted thought just won't leave my head
So I delight in telling you , You were rubbish in bed.
Copyright © Darren Watson | Year Posted 2014
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