Showing posts with label affair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label affair. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

plagiarism

i write you poems to show my love
but then i hide them from you
and i know it may not make sense to others
i don't do it because i fear your reaction
i'm sure you would at least
pretend to like them
i don't do it because i fear
you'll misunderstand my words
i could always explain myself
and make you see what i meant
i hide my poems from you
because no matter how much i trust you
i can never forget
hearing my hard found words of love
falling from your lips
to her ears

© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene

Well, hell...I was in a good mood. I really thought I was over that one...*sigh*

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Who Am I?

I am everything
I am nothing
I am not enough
I am too much
I am never what you need
I am never what you want
I am simply what you have
I am the one who waits for you
To get tired and come back
I am the one who makes due
With what you choose to give
I am one who can never trust again
You bruised my heart
I would have loved you
Like no other could
If you had only been willing
To love only me...

27 August 2008

© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene

Crocodile Tears

Crocodile tears
God, how I hate them
As you say you're sorry
You didn't mean to
Try to hold me, kiss me
As if I didn't still have your handprint on my throat

Crocodile tears
God, how I hate them
As you say you're sorry
She didn't mean anything
You didn't really love her, no
As if I didn't hear you say you wished I was her

Crocodile tears
God, how I hate them
As you say you're sorry
Never happen again
But it will
Is it your fault for hurting me?
Or mine for staying?

27 August 2008

© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Distant

He used to say he loved her
Everytime he saw her
But lately he only says it if she does

He used to want to hold her
With her head upon his shoulder
In a bedroom that once was filled with love

They used to laugh and tease
And say anything they pleased
But now the house is quiet as a tomb

He comes home in the evening
And sits before the T.V.
And never even knows she's in the room

Has he grown bored with her?
Has he sparked an old flame?
She could fight this enemy, if it only had a name...

November 2001