Mary Janes Waltz #164 - Poem by D.A. Woods
I'm thinking of the Glory days Mary Jane,
am left alone, just like how you left me,
my love for you died when you left - I had to abstain
we kissed goodbye with an embrace so tightly.
People said Mary Jane you were no good,
running around with anybody who'd listen,
their words just altered my perception of my mood,
no more would my blues succumb to being glistened.
Mary Jane you made me and my world so happy,
this wide eyed boy loved you so,
when you left me, I could not forsee,
all my time was for you, and to you I bestow.
look at me now Mary Jane am the same boy,
your smell, your touch, I miss you so much,
you made my life a bittersweet joy,
I never looked at you as a nonesuch.
You took my soul and my breath away with your scent Mary Jane,
your a well travelled woman dressed in rainbows,
too much of your love can drive a man insane,
and one day I knew of you I had to outgrow.
Tell me Mary Jane, have you missed me,
in all of my glory and better days,
I should of moved when you kissed me,
by passed each other on our seperate ways.
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