Feb 11 2009
Me and this poem…
Real life day by day,
Each person is forced to find their way.
Alone in a world fighting for a chance,
Baby please come grab my hand.
Gone in the wind you flew away so quick,
My mind is trying to comprehend this shit.
You left without warning,
Your body here one minute but then gone in the morning.
My heart had so much left to say,
I guess this is my only way,
I pour my heart into this poem,
Hoping that it gets to you in your new home.
Heaven you rest,
Earth I stand to test,
My soul is doing its absolute best.
Alone in a room I cry aloud,
God why oh why I never got to get this off my chest.
A beauty you were,
Intimidating for sure!
Lips that felt oh so nice and right,
I couldn’t help it,
Baby you knew you were my knight.
But once again in typical fashion,
My excuses grew and I left with no answer.
Confused and upset, you had every right.
There was no validation for my behavior.
So tonight I sit alone and sad,
Knowing that we’ll never get that second chance.
All that is left is me and this poem,
And the passion I have that never had a chance to unfold.
Michelle Joy Phelps
