I didn’t put faith in this,
But I realized I was soaring high—
When I saw that I had sunk so low.
I was no bird of prey.
An early bird, but no pray.
And I couldn’t cut it.
Even so, I could have my cake and eat it.
I had a strong
Sense of my own.
I can’t seem to find the right title today—this one will do.
The adage goes, “You never know who you’re dealing with”
Good heavens! I deserve to be surprised for good
Like expectations, low; satisfaction, over the roof
For the time being, I continue to fall for your game
You’re scoring top, over others
Guess what, I might be falling again
I wish you weren’t my type…
O negative
I mean, I saw you bleed, I even made you do it
Quite figuratively
For that I beg your pardon
You yourself didn’t know “who you’re dealing with”
A fragile soul at the time, believe it or not
I didn’t do it on purpose
Now that I’ve strengthen up
You might consider acknowledging my strength
Love me back harder
My heart can now stand it
Those concerned about my emotional state and my privacy, may appreciate to know that I always use a persona, especially when writing emotionally charged verses, unless I clearly state it otherwise for particular cases.
Reveries That I Call Poetry 