A Country Girl's Writing

To have your heart broken By someone you love They have to drop it From a high place above. Let it fall without a care As they watch it fly through the air, and shatter like glass Beneath them. Then they have to leave it, For you to recover. while it take you years To piece it again together. By Evelyn Creon

Your voice is like no other That I have ever heard. It makes my heart beat faster With every single word. Your eyes don't get me started They are so deep and blue. They seem to see right through me My new found fear, it's true. Your hands they make me happy To see them in dirty shades. Knowing because you work hard You earn a decent wage. Your character is soft Yet strong and courageous too. Your loving to the children In most all the things you do. Your flaws while there are many So copious, I can't count. Represents frailty making you human no doubt. Though it may seem silly Maybe a tad bit immature. I love you whole hearted, Giving me joy to endure. By Evelyn

I don't know yet if I particularly like how this poem turned out. I kept debating with myself if I should even post, finally decide I've posted things I didn't really like before. Maybe I'll end up liking this poem later.  Distance away from you  Is pulling at my heartstrings. Trying to start anew, Despite, you I still keep yearning.  Your filling all of my dreams, Reminding me of what we had.  We once stood on moon-beams  Together, I was your comrade.  I long for your embrace The comfort and safety it brought.  Between us is much space   United only in thoughts.  Your hair so rich and brown  Engraved with a unique scent; That turned me upside down  Since the day we first met. Your eyes so lively and deep;  They could see far into my soul. Everything you'd upsweep  Before I'd find a cubbyhole.  Your lips a rosy red; Told me many a day I was loved. ...

Tis not our lives from the past,  Or the hopes of a future.  It's the secrets you hid  From the first day we met. Tis not the word of a promise,  Or the love that you've showed.  It's the lies you'd tell me  Over and over again.  Those lies and secrets were pains.  They drug me though the dirt.  Scratched me up and bruised me; Then left me for dead on the turf. Now I'm left alone n foreign grounds, With a heart that's ripped to shreds. Lost and gone forever from you  From the way you ran me through.  Tis not our lives from the past,  Or the hopes of a future.  It's the secrets you hid  From the first day we met. Tis not the word of a promise,  Or the love that you've showed.  It's the lies you'd tell me  Over and over again.  By Evelyn Creon

Next to me  Next to me you stand,  Wanting to hold my hand. But I deny you once or twice. You then no longer hold the dice.  By Evelyn Creon