It seems no matter where I turn There is a woman nursing a deep anger Fed by a bitter old hurt so hideous Cursing her with an emotional disease very insidious.
No matter how gorgeous she is The perfect picture of glorious loveliness The bitterness trapped deep inside Makes her distrust any man who meets her eye.
Hey when I come up to you Don’t act like I am your impending doom For I am not the one who Inflicted upon you those deep wounds.
I know it was your own private Massacre at Malmedy* That other man’s deceptions, lies, and iniquities Or tremendous raging jealousies and cruelties But I tell you dear pretty lady that man was not me.
Are you going to keep on rejecting Nice kind men left and right Because of another you despise From the past part of your life?
Or will you keep on tolerating and returning To insufferable miserable men most irritating They whom towards you are intent not on loving But only on emotionally gouging and hurting?
You possess too much inner and outer beauty To drown in a sea of bitterness and self pity Cleanse the demon seed from deep inside That doubt and anger that within you resides.
To yourself you were or are still being so unfair Oh beautiful woman so sweet and fair With the bright shining eyes and the angels hair So stop all that self destructive behavior right there.
You make anyone want to stop and cry Out “Stop wasting your life over that sad time!” You who can be so shining bright a light Even when the clouds dim the sun in the sky.
The End
*Author’s note: Malmedy (pronounced MAL-me-Dee) is a town in Belgium, outside which in a field by a road took place a notorious massacre of American POW’s during WWII. An event recently depicted in the film Saints And Soldiers. - R.K.
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By Richard Krebes
It seems no matter where I turn
There is a woman nursing a deep anger
Fed by a bitter old hurt so hideous
Cursing her with an emotional disease very insidious.
No matter how gorgeous she is
The perfect picture of glorious loveliness
The bitterness trapped deep inside
Makes her distrust any man who meets her eye.
Hey when I come up to you
Don’t act like I am your impending doom
For I am not the one who
Inflicted upon you those deep wounds.
I know it was your own private Massacre at Malmedy*
That other man’s deceptions, lies, and iniquities
Or tremendous raging jealousies and cruelties
But I tell you dear pretty lady that man was not me.
Are you going to keep on rejecting
Nice kind men left and right
Because of another you despise
From the past part of your life?
Or will you keep on tolerating and returning
To insufferable miserable men most irritating
They whom towards you are intent not on loving
But only on emotionally gouging and hurting?
You possess too much inner and outer beauty
To drown in a sea of bitterness and self pity
Cleanse the demon seed from deep inside
That doubt and anger that within you resides.
To yourself you were or are still being so unfair
Oh beautiful woman so sweet and fair
With the bright shining eyes and the angels hair
So stop all that self destructive behavior right there.
You make anyone want to stop and cry
Out “Stop wasting your life over that sad time!”
You who can be so shining bright a light
Even when the clouds dim the sun in the sky.
The End
*Author’s note: Malmedy (pronounced MAL-me-Dee) is a town in Belgium, outside which in a field by a road took place a notorious massacre of American POW’s during WWII. An event recently depicted in the film Saints And Soldiers. - R.K.