Sunday, November 7, 2010

Mississippi/old iris

The sincerity in his eyes
could make any woman cry
a window to his soul
filled with stories untold

A leader of the pack
an instinct to attack
the scent of his skin
a reminder of him


After hearing his tale
an old familiar tune
she wanted to run
it was way too soon


But his eyes didn't let her
they mesmerized her mind
bringing her deeper
time after time

She got lost in his presence
a victim by chance
afraid to move forward
tired of the dance

She opened her heart
to place in his hands
but faith didn't let her
get sucked in his trance

A phone call was made
it shifted their mood
A label was made
her Prince was untrue


Instead of crying she picked up her pen
she began to write
here's what it said.


Dear Cinderella
I hate to break the news
Your king is a fool, but I was fooled too.
After seeing the truth from the Icy blue eyes
I began to believe
but his truth their all lies

You claim that I broke your humble abode
What's there to break?
 There was nothing to hold
An emotional predator is what he can be
Our union by chance, I'm glad I am free

I know you may hate me but I'm not to blame
I merely got sucked in his selfish game
Your castle is stained with feathers and glass
Mind where you step don’t be so crass!
My reality has set; it's time that I go.
I guess I was here for nothing
 But show

My heart cries for you I wish you could see
I was once there,
You were like me.
Don’t be fooled by his thousand yard stare


He will  kept chasing
that tired old tail

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