Poezja

Looking through old photos
 which reminds me of you.
I can’t help but notice...
 you’re appearance seems aloof.
A strong man of wisdom
 who captures integrity
But this I assume
High expectations, shattered dreams
 the real you... is like camouflage to me.
 
 
I’m like a hunter
Looking for prey
Though you seem wild with fury
Looks don’t always pay
My mind keeps pondering
Are you what I think?
A heartless hurter, a midnight thrive
Chasing woman to feed a need
Though with a twist
A thought crosses my mind
This is what I perceive inside
Maybe… you are fragile, gentle and shy
 
 
Scared of influences from shadows pasted
  Misunderstood, vulnerable you’d be
afraid to let time occur with me
 the wrath of fear reeks, grasping our virgin love
 Warped memories steal your attention
 as the present remains unchanged
wondering eyes lead me back to…
past failures clinging to roads so gloom.
 Rambling words assuming you’d heed
No issues should stop you’re appearing to me
No deception or fear
No pain I declare
No drama insight
Babe, this moment is right
So take me by the hand…
come follow me through.
I promise I won’t do what others done to you..!
 
 
But in the present things are still the same
Caught in the a cycle of self inflicted pain
 I ponder to myself, “Am I the one to blame?”
I’m head over heels for a man I can’t obtain
All I want is you… yet I can’t see
Why is the real you
Like camouflage to me?


Written by,
Goldie D. Lopez