Used to Be
I used to be the one
You’d tell your secrets to
But now I am the enemy
You sink your claws into
The wind just up and carried
All our dreams away
I’m torn to shreds
Crying over all the yesterdays
Filled with making plans
For future years of bliss
In all my wild imaginings
I’d not imagined this
I used to be the one
You’d run to in the night
Now everything that used to be
Will never be alright
I said I’d always be
Right there by your side
But you mislaid
The plans I’d made
And even though I tried
It never was enough
To satisfy your need
Nothing made you happy
‘Til you made your baby bleed
I used to be your lover
Your confidant and friend
Now I’m filled with discontent
And this has got to end
©Kay Salady
Posted on January 21, 2013, in poetry and tagged bliss, confidant, discontent, dreams, enemy, friend, imaginings, lover, secrets, yesterdays. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Melancholy.
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I absolutely love the fact that you accompany your words with an image. It always makes the thought more powerful.
Love the rhythm in this one.
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Thank you very much for the compliment! I endeavor to find photographs that are well-suited to fit my verses. I’m happy you’ve enjoyed this piece.
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Tearful…your words bleed with pain.
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