What Was I Thinking, O'Yes
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6.21.25
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My arrival landed where I began my flight and journey
Sunny San Diego y e s, I was back and how I missed it
Oh-h-h-h, let me count the ways—rather days spent
in a border town, oh what was I thinking?
Ah that’s what, it was your sugar kisses
Some artists dabble in the art of alchemy
that wasn’t me, ‘till I discovered it was
Ok it wasn’t too bad, my boyfriend the metal head
We threw parties, thrashed and bashed y e s
frequented metal band concerts, check
But this isn’t about that guy no, no
No this is a story of my friend, my partner
My sweet, there he was awaiting me
To beautify him further lacks only a gilded spark divine,
(y e s my most poetic line)
love eternal unbound, his incendiary sunshine smile
could melt the polar ice and snowy ground
What was I thinking, O' what was I thinking?
It’s you that I found amongst the stars, at a time
My Brightstar, romance held eternal love by far, by far
‘twas another lifetime, another me when I went by another name
The night was young we stood closely, the moment held, we shared a kiss
I wade pining for another’s touch, another’s lips,
yet silky and warm were yours, rhapsody’s bliss
Until you I was crying endlessly, needlessly
I’m guilty, an all romantic and nothing more,
useless in anyway, listless in many ways
As he reached out for me, he knelt on the rust red cobblestone
I heard the words, I’ll never let you go again
Let’s get married –friends for thirteen years
Y e s he stole kisses and no not what you’re thinking
As I gazed into his eyes I whispered y e s
What was I thinking? O' how my world ended
You’d introduced me to chivalry, courage, courtesy
Chills still run up and down my spine as I think
y e s I really do think about us when I'm Jade Stone
When I feel her confidence, passion, jealously, vanity, amor
It's when I adore what we had and hadn't
You turned me on to Anne Rice’s “Interview With A Vampire”
“The Phantom Of The Opera” Echo And The Bunnymen, ha we looped
“Sugar Kisses” all night long and danced ‘till the break of dawn
Filigree and champaign, the red lights of the Stingaree
We were a myriad of couples that day, married by a radio host
at the beach on the West Coast, brides were dressed in a variety of red
grooms had smiles from ear to ear, and I do's were said
'Twas a special Valentine's Day, everything was free! The cake,
the hilltops B & B, where we walked for miles under the moonlight
The night was young, we stood closely, the moment held, we shared a kiss
Lost in thoughts of you my perfection with no notice that twilight was nigh,
I wade pining for another touch of your lips, silky and warm, rhapsody’s bliss
They’ll say I made a superlative effort to meet you again, O' how they’ll sigh
What was I thinking, finding the person who's right for you requires a very subtle alchemy, I was trying to transform metal into gold
Behold, we were convenient, two effortless souls unbound
Both in a break up and were each others rebound
Copyright © I Am Anaya | Year Posted 2025
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