Sunday, March 23, 2014
Lost by Anonymous
Not meant to be over-dramatic, but that's how I feel
I had a chance and blew it for what I thought would be more fun, or more secure or something I thought I wanted.
Not understanding what I was passing up
And that it was a point of no return
Yes, we are friends
Friends who talk and laugh, and care
But I will never be hers
Face after face passes, and I have fun for a time. I've learned a few things.
Then the lost feelings return.
Listless, regretful, feeling stupid and lost.
I see her all the time, and I cannot say it to Her.
How I long for what could have been if I had not been so stupid and selfish.
It wouldn't be fair since she gave me the choice and I failed Her and myself.
Lost and drifting, looking for Her in every Lady, and sooner or later drifting as they don't match up.
My perfect Lady, so close
Yet I will never be touched the way I crave again. I play the memories of times with her over and over as it is all I have.
Lost.
Labels:
confessions,
dominon,
femdom,
poetry,
second life
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