you worked real hard
playing me
inside the closet door
but nothing more
i was your dime store buy
so casually you'd try
to come up to my room
with flowers in your bowl
like fingers
digging into my soul
& our shared secrets in bed
fell out and totally bled
you took me for granted
like a seed that was planted
and measured me
like a disposable chew
what was i to do?
i was in love with you.
you looked real good
deceiving
my head alive with hope
growing tougher to cope
as i heard your stories
of love and glories
come up to my room
with romance at the start
like fingers
digging into my heart
& our shared secrets in bed
fell out and bled
you took me for granted
like a seed that was planted
and measured me
like a disposable chew
what was i to do?
i was in love with you.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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