When You Were Mine

Must I step forward
Cause right now I could make it stop
So what, lost luck, if I do not get up
Just makes me madder because I know it is my fault
We allow kings and queens, undeservlings
No one of us brave enough to challenge a wave
What the fuck!
Did you forget it is I who decides what is right
Only myself to chide when I fail
Is why my esteem seems pale against my pride
Yet try as I might, bad or good
These things still happen no matter where I have stood
I am reminded of the moment I felt love
For the first and last time
You told me I was perfect, and you were mine
I should have believed you
Instead of questioning it
Because now I question everything
And have not found an answer yet

~ by Joy Suzanne Grazer on October 1, 2013.

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