A Sunday Poem

"Dear Love,"

I had you and lost you,

Time and time again...

You grew out of stranger,

You grew out of friend,

You grew unexpected

You grew now and then

Then you grew into something

From which I had to mend

Your scars, I still wear them

Though they're hind from site

...Your pleasure in play,&

Your suffer from fight...

So much time left in darkness,

after dancing in light,

At the thought of your return,

Shear panic & fright

If ever reincarnated,

Please be subtle and chose wise

Grow in truth and conviction

To endure through both halves' lives

Grow through feeling and from mind

Not from wanting and through the eyes

Grow closer to your honest paradise

And farthest from your hell's lies

I am afraid to death of what you can do to me.

Since what you did to me made me want to die,

So, for now, not always, I'm saying goodbye

Though I know you'll disagree, since you refuse to reply

-Bsomb4