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October, 26, 2017
 Wounded soul Full of holes You loved him so You loved him so To glance at him Was to smile brightly from within And study all his facial lines As he past his time Off in his own little world. His freckle on his right ear Was your favorite part of all It was cute, dark and small You could kiss it over and again. Wounded soul Full of holes With your head resting on his chest His deep, muffled voice stood out from all the rest Like a sound of peaceful waves Happiness for days Was the rise and fall of his warm breath. Wounded Soul Full of holes Your hands delighted to touch his skin And even when you were frozen within His flesh was warmth to meld into. Wounded Soul Full of holes You loved him so You loved him so "I love the way you love me" He said to me But what he failed to see He did not know how to tenderly Nurture that soul-love spiritually. It was not held respectfully It was not loved passionately It was not looked at with the eyes of loving sighs But pulled apart with criticism and lies. Wounded Soul Full of holes He had to go He had to go He did not cherish you so He did not care if you lost your glow He did not look at you tenderly Like the Goddess you should be In a man's eyes When he loves you unquestionably Soul bare with no disguise. He told you lies Without a care Of how your broken heart bleeded there And your tears poured like a leak through broken glass Cutting deeper as time past Your self esteem did in fact plunder As he screwed around with others thunder And portrayed himself of love and light When he knew back at home he was not doing right By his little family That once loved him so deeply. Wounded Soul Full of holes You're not perfect This we know But your love is deep And your love is pure And there's no lengths Or depths that you won't go To be the love within your soul For that one person who's captured your heart No distance could ever keep you apart And you did try to move past it all But it was far too much, your light grew small. He was the one you saw in your life Together till death as husband and wife With a child on the way What a blessed day To see our babies smiling delight But he will miss that Her first baby bath His first words Her first steps I think it's understood He will miss out on parenthood For his selfish ways, Where he comes first Is all that mattered to him in his outbursts Not the health of our child, Nor my own He left us feeling so alone Even when we shared a bed in our little home. A place he lived for free, No money did he ever bring to me No job did he ever achieve But I'd buy the cigars and weed And our finances went out the door But all he cared was to explore The lands in games and nothing more. He was moody many-a-time Sour like lime I tiptoed around him more and more it seemd But despite my efforts I would get reamed And held in silent treatment For hours or days Until I apologized for my ways Even if I did not do anything wrong. Wounded Soul Full of holes You loved him so You loved him so And now he roams the cold, dark nights The streets with vagabonds, Cigars his only lights. He rather be out there Then lovingly in here Fulfilling his role as a man Was what he feared. Wounded Soul Full of holes His awful angry words Do indeed cut deep But still Love for him I keep He's the man I chose Even if he did not choose me Now I open my palms and set him free I wish him happiness, I wish him love, I wish many blessings from above But first and foremost I wish him to heal So that the love he offers the next can be real And not another tragedy Like it happened to many others in his path, including me. Wounded Soul Full of holes I Soulfully Love you I'll say till our end And meet you in the next life Someday, My Best Friend. |
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