So good bye
you go your way
and
I'll go mine
the love we shared
was good
but
now it's time
so
good bye, good bye, good bye
Sometimes, I have an urge to write and I have no idea what I am gonna write.
Most times I write a verse and that is all. Months later I will go back to it and it clicks together. It all is clear as crystal and I am able to fill in everything else around the verse. Other times (almost never) I am able to sit and write something staright through in a single draft. Such a poem is Broken Promises (one of my all time favorites). Every poem that I have written in a single sitting has been done so after a particular tough time in my life.
I am not saying that I am gifted; I am the first to say that my work sucks when compared to others. What I do say, with pride, is that these writings are mine. As such, they represent moments in my life... they each have a memory attached to them. Each has a brief bit of my history attached.
I do hope that you enjoy.
Candle lights
back in a place
where you were mine
your memory drifts on by
was I wrong
or
was I right
when I said
good bye, good bye, good bye