Wasted words and lonely nights..
Wasted words and lonely nights.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
The lessons of love are taught to harden or soften the heart. “
Wasted words and lonely nights….
I found her sitting alone in the corner of the bar.
She got up and she hugged me. Gave me a simple kiss and
we sat in a strange silence.
I went back in time when the sparkle in her blue eyes could light up the world around her and
I remembered how badly I wanted her.
How I twisted my world backwards just to spend a few moments with her.
My only desire was to kiss her sweet lips and hold her body near.
Now she sit alone with sad eyes and no Will to love again.
She ask me “Was I still playing the bastard still?”
I didn’t answer. I said too many wasted words on her and my heart broke every time I thought of her her sitting alone. Desiring nothing.
She was young when I met her and
her life wasn’t so tough.
She was tender and innocence.
A heart easily broken.
I was just after another conquest.
Just another piece a flesh to add to my sadistic heart.
We sat in a deadly silence.
I ask was she Okay?
She looked at me and asked” Do you think of me?”
I don’t try to apologize.
Words from a liar don’t mean a hell of a lot.
I told her I thought of her often and
I worried for her.
I got up and I told her she must rise up and live again.
She looked at me with her clear blue eyes.
She whispered “Some of us don’t live to use and abuse.
Take time to heal.”
I went to my truck and I felt tears rolling down my face.
I broke my own heart when I left her alone in her bed to go conquer another poor soul.
The funny part she won’t know what she taught me.
Lonely nights and repenting for deed done left a empty and sad heart.
Coyote
15 march 1984
Greetings……if you don’t mind me asking are these reflections from real life experiences? If so, I know how you feel. I used people myself sometimes realizing it and other’s not so much. However I have no regrets concerning it, it’s all in the past, all forgiven.
We can understand how those we used feel towards us…..it is a mirror…because that is how we feel about ourselves.
Touchingly sad, and true.
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It is true life. Most of us learn the hard way. In the end. I do believe we pay for every wrong action in three-folds. I did and now I am more kinder to the people near. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Thank you my friend.
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