To see this in a different format see my other blog: Redheaded Writing Hood
Might want to read Look What You Made Me Do and
Coffee, Contact Paper and Chick-Fil-A leaves Me Cynical and Celibate!
to get this post.
Sunday, September 9, 2018 (4:30 pm in Georgia)
I do regret it. And i told you since i was still in USA. But I'm to blame too..
And even if you tell me now you starting to regret.. It wont change how i treat you
Im more mature than that.. Come on! Give me some credit
THAT WAS THE END OF THIS CONVERSATION
The title poem from my next book of poetry RED, goes well here:
We're always in it
I see it
I face it
I put it on
scarlet or vermilion or bluish red crimson
Old ladies with hats are winsome
Valentines, Christmas, cars,
Leaves of Fall
“Come now, and let us reason together,” Says the Lord,
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
They shall be as white as snow;
Though they are red like crimson,
They shall be as wool"
Esau was red and so was his stew
God didn't chose him but He chose you!
The Sea was Red the Israelites went through
I said I didn't love you
But I lied I thought you knew
I couldn't have put up with all that crap we went through
Without HIS LOVE which ran red
Your cold hearted rejection cut like a knife
My blood ran red
So I wanted to hurt you too
Why don't we remember the good times?
You always focus on the bad
Never speak life to me
Left me starving for attention and affection
Does anyone think I'm good or fair?
I won't live in regret We were all "meant to be"
Don't you see?
The thought of losing you could leave me so brutally blue
But no just as Taylor said Loving you was Riotously RED!
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