nothing personal

I recall the day I met her
thunder clounds roared o'er my head
and later that same evening
she drew me across her bed
she said that I must be her savior
by the way she felt inside
but if I knew then, what I know now
I woulda' found a place to hide

oh she's a devil, of a woman
dragged me straight down to her hell
will I escape my condemnation?
guess that only time will tell

have I signed my soul away?
on some blood-stained bedroom sheet
for the feelin' I was gettin'
was fer' away from sweet
so I shook my head and wondered
what have I got myself into?
for if I had plans for leavin'
she was far away from through

she had her claws fast in me
was I thinking much too late?
but the moment I first touched her
just may have sealed my fate

though scarred for life I'd settle
just to be set free
and if human nature's wrong
then you'd all be just like me
I broke away and ran away
too frightened to look back
I'll never pay that price again
just to lie in some girl's sack
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
I started writin' sumpin' maybe I shouldn't uh...

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hedistuff
I'm embarassed. I've submitted some words. But, only that...words. my lover, my wife, and I are fine. Lyn stands far above any complimentary extollations that I may share. It is actually so true that which I had espoused two years ago, one year ago, one month ago, one week ago, one day ago, one hour ago. this minute, no, this second. we find ourselves more joyful with each passing second. I don't know how to express it any clearer that that. I had never met another like her, so I'm still dumbstruck by her and I will forever dumbstruck love her. it's so hard to grasp (understand, believe, accept) that she feels that way about me as well. oh well, it takes all kinds to make a world, eh...
agoodguy2have
hedi, i too knew 'twas just a write...that's what makes it poetry. ;-)
Ladybee42
what we did in our past made us what we are today! i know i don't want to go through many things that i have survived again - so am quite happy to draw on those experiences to make new perhaps interesting pieces of writing.

cool right mr stuff laugh thumbs up

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niah9
Whatever hedistuff...it's a great write...Niahpeace yay
hedistuff
sweet people, I love you so...
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