Love poems. Today on Yareah magazine, I remember every word by Melissa Fry Beasley, a beautiful poem for a beautiful Monday. Enjoy Melissa weekly section: MY ROOTS.
I remember every word
see lies & broken promises
refer to games people play
corrupting an easy affluence
leaving me bent and gnarled
by life’s servitude
night winds twisting this to pieces
about real people with their
grandiose stupidity and selfishness
Are you & I really not complicit?
You have been being rebuked
without understanding the niceties
of the message
I have been leaving since I arrived.
I did not trudge up here
to vainly weep
gorged on hideous delights
There is nothing left that
your river hasn’t washed away
but this lost love still pined for
and far better forgotten
I have buried my sorrow
the way your love always takes me down