I was so quiet and secure
No passion troubled me
Perhaps lived hidden and obscure
Just the way that it should be
You were wild and unpredictable
And yet you looked at me
You looked at me
I sought not to possess or own
Comfortable in my skin
And while some sins I might atone
No guilt traversed within
You seemed at first exotic, kind
Not bathed in blood and sin
In blood and sin
I strayed so far within my mind
Different person I became
And you grew cool, no longer kind
More infamy than fame
Bad influence, too late I saw
So caught within your game
Within your game
Emerged at last from this travail
I barely know my face
I’ve journeyed far, too many miles
To some forsaken place
Your mark upon me but a scar
Of gentleness no trace
No trace
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
I know this all too well xxx
Thanks Roxi!! 🙂 🙂 xxx
Helen, if you only knew how this speaks to me…”You seemed at first exotic,kind.” “Your mark upon me but a scar Of gentleness no trace No trace.”
In tears,I say thank you for putting into words what my heart cannot seem to let my hands write……Love you, Sis.
Wow, thanks dear Sis, that is so kind of you to say!! 🙂 🙂 xxx
Well, it is true….if you only knew. Emailing you back shortly….big hugs!! 🙂
Cool – I’m going to be heading off to work very soon (sigh…the two week break is over… 😦 ) so I will probably see and reply when I get home this evening! 🙂
ok….Enjoy your day back….I hope it goes well. Hugs!
Thanks!! 🙂 🙂
Truly filled with a power behind it.>KB
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
You don’t half pick ’em.
LOL, for the most part these poems are about the same person…LOLOL…bad relationship but wonderful inspiration years later for dark poetry!! 🙂
I have been there and it is not a place I ever wish to be again, Fabulous writing Helen =)
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
You unfailingly find the most incredible ways of speaking to the deepest darkest corners of the human heart. Once again, I truly love your writing. ❤
Thank you so much, that is very kind! 🙂 🙂