ALL THOSE TIMES.

poem by: Elizabeth J White
Written on Apr 24, 2015

I SAW HIM ACROSS THE ROOM, HE MOVED TO THE MUSIC, OH THAT MAN COULD DANCE
I FELL IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT, HE WAS THE MASTER OF ROMANCE.
HE WAS HANDSOME AND I THOUGHT HE WAS TENDER AND WISE
AND HE WAS EYE CANDY PLEASANT TO THE EYES.
HE MADE PROMISES AND I FELT LIKE A CHILD SAFE IN HIS STRONG ARMS
HE ASK ME TO BE HIS WIFE, WITH HIM SPEND MY LIFE, SAID HE'D KEEP ME SAFE FROM ANY HARM
NOW I AM SKIPPING AHEAD TO WHERE I AM NOW
TO THINK OF HIM THEN, AND HOW THINGS TURNED OUT.
ALL THOSE EMPTY PROMISES NOTHING BUT A JOKE
LIKE A CARD PENNED ON A BIKE TO MAKE NOISE ON A SPOKE
HE WHO WAS TO BE MY KNIGHT , TURNED OUT TO BE MY WORST FEAR
THE ONE TO CAUSE MY FRIGHT.
THE ONE WHO WAS TO PROTECT ME, WOULD HURT ME TO THE QUICK
TO CALL ME NAMES TO SPIT IN MY FACE , THE THOUGHT NOW MAKES ONE SICK.
wHEN I THINK OF THOSE EYES I ONCE HUNGERED FOR
I TREMBLE AT THE SIGHT OF THOSE BLACK EYES FOREVER MORE.
THE ONE I THOUGHT WOULD LOVE ME TIL I BREATHED ON THIS EARTH MY LAST BREATH
WAS THE ONE WHO COULD HAVE AND PROBABLY WOULD HAVE CAUSED BY DEATH.
ALL THOSE WONDERFUL DREAMS , I DREAMED OF HIM, HAVE BEEN CRASHED WITH EYES TEAR DIMMED.
I WILL NEVER LOOK AT HIM EVER IN THAT SAME LIGHT
FOR I KNOW HE WAS NEVER MY PROTECTOR, MY PRINCE OR MY KNIGHT.
NOW I SEE HIM AS SATAN, SO EVIL TO ME.....BUT I KNOW SOMEONE REACHED DOWN THEIR HAND
AND DELIVERED ME.
THESE DAYS I DON'T SEEM HIM OR THINK OF HIM AND TRY TO JUST MOVE ON
TO LEAVE THAT PART OF MY LIFE IN THE PAST, LIVE FOR THE PRESENT THE FUTURE
WHAT'S RIGHT NOW, NOT WRONG.

 

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A previous user commented:
Wow. My sweet friend you have entertained a narcissist. Their soul was created below
A previous user commented:
Wow. My sweet friend you have entertained a narcissist. Their soul was created below

 

 

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