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It Was Fun

Riding around, top down, under the sun.

Your smile, your style, you could have been the one.

It wasn’t love but it was fun.

Laughter fades, sunlight turns to rain, look what we’ve become.

Driving away, leaving me behind, it can’t be undone.

Looking back now, I see clearly somehow.

It wasn’t love but it was fun.

 

Written by: Donetta Sifford for Yeah Write 305

September

 

September has always been

the hardest month for me.

I walk these dirt roads

smelling the honeysuckle

feeling the sun on my back

the air slightly shifting cooler.

Leaves secretly changing.

Red, orange, yellow, and brown

splashing over the mountains.

She died the year before

the Twin  Towers crumbled.

Still, for me, she cannot be gone

no more than gravity or the moon.

The Appalachian Mountains

shares it’s beauty everywhere.

I see gray skies and black clouds.

September has always been

the hardest month for me.

Understated.

 

Written for Yeah Write

 

 

It’s Me, Not You 

I’m just going through the motions.

Void of any real emotion.

Suicide is a selfish notion that I entertain.

Hear you asking what’s the matter?

Saying how you miss my laughter.

I know the love you’re after I can’t give away.

Find myself saying words I hate like it’s me, not you.

I know I’ll miss you when it’s too late and it’ll be my loss.

Swear to you if I knew the reasons for the changes you are seeing

I’d gladly unload my heavy burdens at your feet.

Standing at the edge of nothing.

Feel my heart ripping open and I can’t stop the pain.

You will see I was haunting my life.

Untouchable, unlovable and always on the outside staring in.

Maybe tomorrow will be better and I can love you more than I ever have.

So you’ll know it was I that was sick and you can carry on when I’m gone.
Written for Yeah Write

Isolated

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Distracted
It’s all an act.
Can’t see a future,
when I’m looking back.
Show the world,
I don’t need them.
I’m fine by myself.
Illusions.
Created by me.
You want to see through
to my cold soul.
Worked too damn hard
to ever let that happen.
Isolated.

Written for: Magpie Tales

This Place

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Four in the morning, radio playing that song
Reminding me how everything went wrong
Still I can’t seem to find any reason why I should be alone
Mascara leaving black trails down my face
Explain to me how we even come to this place
Broke down, beaten, and tired of pain
How could you leave me screaming your name
Promised to love me for the rest of our days
Was my emotions just a game
My heart will never be the same
A year gone by and now it’s a crying shame
I couldn’t make you love me

Written for VisDare

*I normally don’t use rhyming in my poetry but I thought I’d play with it some. Anyone want to share your opinion…. please leave a comment.*