A feast?
For two years I fought
I fought temptation
I fought desire
I fought the tug of my soul
For a year I ignored
I ignored feelings
Feelings that threatened
Threatened my peace
For a month I pretended
Pretended we could be friends
Friendship would be enough
But it couldn't be
For an hour I gave in
I gave into the temptation
I gave into the desire
I gave into my heart and soul
For a moment I had peace
Peace that was real
Real Peace of heart
Real Peace of soul
I ignored my mind
I tampered the fight
I forgot the reasons
It was you and me
And that was more than enough
House Cleaning and parenting
11 years ago
1 comment:
I think that you should send this one to my mom. . . I loved the way you used the end word from the first line in each stanza over and over, but what if in the middle one you wrote,
For a month I pretended
Pretended we could be friends
Pretended friends was enough
Friends was not enough.
(All advice is free, you get what you pay for.) I think that you could get this one published if you wanted, and my mom might have some ideas. Anyway, good luck with this, you're awesome, and the poem is beautiful.
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