love is not blind and the lost plot

love is not blind and the lost plot

Love is not blind

I wondered as you walked away and left me behind,

Would I ever see you again in my life?

Would you come back as you promised and then me, find?

Or maybe you would become someone else’s wife,

Have children with them and be a mother to them all,

Would you even recall this life where you turned and walked away?

With my heart in your hands you promised not to let fall,

 

And as I watched you walk away unknowingly for the last time,

I forced myself to believe you would be back,

That I would see you again tomorrow and all would be fine,

Yet in my heart of hearts I felt the first little crack,

 

That was when I learned that all in love is never fair,

And people lie while they smile into your face,

And tell you they love you and they truly care,

Suddenly heartbroken you are alone feeling utterly disgraced,

 

It can take years before you are willing to trust,

No one in your mind is now worth the time,

As you get older your brain tells you trying is a must,

Still you are unwilling to call someone anyone mine,

Yet you recall when you first felt that little crack,

As your heart began breaking into tiny little pieces,

An endeavour into which you swore you would never go back,

And like a shorn sheep vulnerable fleece less,

 

Whoever said that all in love was fair,

In reality must surely have been blind,

To trust and show someone that you care,

Means never hurting them leaving broken hearts behind,

 

Finding love simply explains itself,

You find it without ever really looking at all,

Mostly while thinking you are left on that shelf,

The lucky ones find what others have left fall,

And on the day you walked away and left me behind,

All was not lost for love did me truly find.

14 May. 13

The lost plot

It’s gone you know and I doubt if I’ll ever get it back,

I came home today to be told it was missing,

I’ve always had it but alas it is something I now lack,

I sit alone like a coiled snake hissing,

And still I feel this loss has me stressed,

 

As soon as I opened the front door she said I’d lost it,

There was no way she would put up with me now,

I was staring into a never-ending pit,

I had to find it somewhere somehow,

A disaster that at one time had me stressed,

 

As I climbed down off of my high horse so to speak,

I set about relocating what I had apparently lost,

Not having much luck things were looking bleak

And I was feeling that I would dearly have to pay the cost,

I longed for that time when I had it and we were at times blessed,

 

But it looked like it was gone and lost forever,

And no sign of it wanting to return,

But I stand before you now not feeling so clever,

If I don’t find it she says in hell I will surely burn,

And there in flames shall my soul be eternally caressed,

 

So my mission before I am sent straight to hell,

Is to get it back that which has been lost to me,

So if anyone knows where I can find it please tell,

For I have looked and nowhere in sight can I see,

This thing which I lost has me so distressed,

 

Tired and to bed I went just to gather sleep,

I thought this may help me in my mission,

I don’t want to go to hell and forever burn and weep,

As I lay down in my room for some remission,

Hoping to find an answer to my quest,

 

As I awoke with the sun shining in my room,

And all about me seems to render me somewhat blind,

A smile upon my face no more thoughts of gloom,

What she said I had since lost was just my mind,

Hiding in a drunken haze I must confess.

19.05.2013

 

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