She Is What Came After Me
She is what came after me
Tempted by her beauty
You had to reach out and touch
She is what came after me
That beauty that called you
Her allure is one you like more
Or maybe the way she looks at you less
In her eyes what do you see?
Her nakedness and form unlike me
And the urges to woo her so strong
Not wanting to wait the afternoon,
So it was all night and even more right than before
In the four poster bed
Able to erase All The past
you might wonder Will this last?
I wonder how you Moved so fast?
She is what came after me
The wisewoman in me says let it be
Let it be.
Because I know, I know, that hope is too dangerous
And pride a sin,
Your silence lets me know you let her in
And anyway, an empty heart is better than no heart
so this is my song of despair, because I know she is still there
She Came to You after me.
Copyright © Elizabeth Dispenza | Year Posted 2016
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