I wrote a poem that deals with the feelings of Love and lust. I think it is a good conversation to have and especially about how both really affect us. I am encouraged this is a conversation that is talked through in churches and in many other places.
Old Blue Eyes
Your eyes marked, edges dry,
The clock glaring twelve thirty-five.
Lying in bed the deed is done
Every time it’s less fun.
“Just one last time”, you said,
“It will be quick”.
The lump swells in your throat
and you feel sick.
What you called love was fake,
It existed in a life that was falsely made.
You and she are bound,
Two lost souls searching to be found
Blinding each other at a fast pace
Chasing after tails in a losing race.
In the old days people saw her innocent blue eyes
Before she was trapped by a world full of lies.
It’s ok in your mind you can flirt
In this game so perverse
Because after all, no one really gets hurt.