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Deandra King Poem
There is this person whose been there for me since day one.
From laughing in his victories to crying in his defeats.
Even with this tight bond I became wrong enternally, though he saw me as
perfect.
Unfortunantly he gave me his spoken word of unconditional love.
The love with I could not handle.
My fear drew me away thinking of reclaimed memories of other men.
I left him alone and heart broken.
Though I love him, my fear was clearly stronger.
Making his unconditional love for me wait another while longer.
Copyright © Deandra King | Year Posted 2007
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Deandra King Poem
I feel jealous.
Jealous that you have someone else to fill the space of me.
When you kiss her, my lips quiver with rage.
When you touch her, my skin crawls with envy.
Images of you and I flash before my eyes, making it hard to move on.
Your last hug still lingers on my skin.
Your last kiss still perces from my lips.
So when I see you with her, its hurts.
It hurts so bad, I cry at night in fear that you may never leave her side.
Copyright © Deandra King | Year Posted 2007
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