Nicola Bowes

Rookie (28 August 1992 / Port Elizabeth, South Africa)

Time To Fly - Poem by Nicola Bowes

My fingertips along your bare skin
Is just a memory, how did it begin?
My throat is reeling as I cry on my bed
You've taken everything and I really am dead
Dead to my emotions, dead to your smile
Memories of him are alive for a while
Predictable he thought of all of this
But his company as a friend I'll always miss

Too late to recall my memories of old
Because you broke everything- my heart and my soul
Too late for your honesty which to begin with you never had
Too late for your apology it's actually quite sad
Did you really think all was well
While you carried inside you a rotting hell?
The audacity to carry on as though all was right
You are putrid to the core- Satan turn off your light

So you're the martyr of heaven and hell
You completed your purpose so very well
You've left a corpse where life once was created
To make others smile- was I always ill fated?
The act you committed was enough
On top of that all you could do was bluff
My trust you've lost
And a lot is the cost
Once bitten twice shy
It's my time to fly

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 8, 2012



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