S

I stand before you with an “S” on my chest
You are a distant memory like all the rest
There was a time when you were always on my mind
But I woke up and left my love for you far behind
I used to dream that you’d be the one I would marry
Then my eyes opened and saw your motives were contrary

Oh succubi you evil thing
I can still hear my phone ring
All hours both day and night
You’d scheme another plight
To rip out my heart and then my soul
You’d hoped to devour me as a whole

You’d run to me when things were bad
And to another’s arms when you were glad
You’d bring the drama, pang, and pain
Then wonder why I’d say “never again”
You'd start to cry with a ruse and your lies
Always asking why oh why

So run rabbit run to another and another
Go cry to your sister and your mother
Cry me a river, Hell cry me a sea
My shackles are broken and I am free
So drown in drama, insanities and sorrow
Because there is no place for you in my tomorrow

By Kerry H Bradford

Author Information

khbradford
User offline. Last seen 5 weeks 4 days ago. Offline
Joined: 02/24/2010

Poll

How often do you write poetry?
Daily
22%
Weekly
9%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
44%
During stressful or emotional times
18%
Not that frequently
5%
I just like to read poetry
1%
Total votes: 108