Creator, Performer, Teacher

Floating Words

Poetry from the core of me.

Like the Last Time

I guess I thought

I could be part of this

Part of an us

Crafted with an understanding

Fashioned out of you and me

I’d heard of it before

Seen others do it well

But never found a way

To make it work myself

You gave me hope

That I could change

That it would be different this time

For the first time

Just like Liza sang

But I wasn’t lucky

A loser once again

Like the last time

And all the times before

I felt that hope dashed

By the reality of leaving

Of chasing you away

With the best

And worst of me

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