Pen is mightier than the sword

Pen is mightier than the sword
Writing what I think, before I say it!

Saturday, April 2, 2011

ALMOST.....(Day #2, NPM)

I come very close to love, loving, and being in love
and each time, I succeed a little more than the last
The demons in the rear of me reminding me of the past
"as I poet",
I'm born to say the right things
with the right lines
manipulate minds time after time
and this is my leaning
I was brought up to respect a woman
take care of a woman
and love a woman
but I find little hope of keeping a woman
thats when it happened

My last chance.......

was shorter than a probation period
as I was quickly taken on a high
because the first time in my life,
I was on a mental connection that had me lifted
I took in her breath and tasted each exhale
felt the earth moving from her heart beat
found the strength again when I lived in weak
but somehow I travel down a different street
I was plotting on her heart,
cuz I felt mine being offer to her as well
but there is always a side that comes to light
that side you don't want to admit is your life

And as I hid this part of me, focusing on the representing me
the disappointing me, displayed its selfishness
I became more complicated
my own name become the reality of my beliefs
I was no longer taking the long way to your heart
I was playing with it, when I didn't earn it
I took it like I was a thief
made you hurt in grief
while day in and day out, I was getting colder
while you were steady fighting in what you believed
 Now look at me,
filling the vacancy announcement of being alone
watching you walking away while finding happiness on your own
see there is no such thing as love so close
you either are in love, or you are in lust
as the true reflection revealed itself in the mirror
it came to me, it was me all along....
now I live with the new name, " ALMOST"!

By LeRoy Goetzendanner


  1. Ouch...this is painfully written of an "almost" love...Now your left with the "What could it have been"

  2. hmmmmmmm.........interesting...self reflection is a beautiful thing