She Used To Be Mine


  • Lost Love

    She Used To Be Mine

     See how I follow all these

    Things that I believe to be true?

    I still fear that I would die before

    I learn how to make love to you;

    I look out from my window and

    See this bitter struggle to be loved,

    All the ways I try to forget it all,

    All the things these thoughts are made of;

    Love is a part I play in a

    Story that I do not know,

    The players cross this stage without a word

    Towards a destination where I may never go;

    I see a sign through my mind

    And I’ll know forever that she used to be mine;


    They pray for forgiveness at the

    River of the ever flowing blood of Christ

    Then they quote the good book in

    Hopes that the world will label them wise;

    She died for mans sin without

    A flickering bit of hope to gain,

    God pissed into the clouds and for a

    Whole damn month it began to rain;

    It’s getting late now,

    There’s nothing left to philosophize,

    We’ve stayed up long enough adding

    To our histories never ending lies;

    After drinking this wine,

    Just her memory will be fine,

    It was good enough that she used to be mine;


    We war with god and kill each other

    But their passing will never hurt me,

    I stand and remember those that have

    Passed and their lies that made me see;

    I read the pages that tell the true

    Story of how Wyatt Earp was a crook,

    He was a hero for so long until people

    Opened their eyes and read the book;

    She drugged me until I was docile

    Thinking my rebellion was through,

    But I’ll never conform because I

    Grow my marijuana and smoke it too;

    She crossed the line and committed a crime

    And wrote me saying how she used to be mine.

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    graceladymn commented on She Used To Be Mine


    Dang, can you write! "I still fear that I would die before, I learn how to make love to you" we all wonder what to do when there is no script? You've written this with depth and insight.

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    dylandean’s Poems (32)

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