PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

a smile

we were children
without yesterdays
free
we played
in our innocence
hearts smiling
there was us

in so many ways
i yearned
opening
the door
to feel the closeness.
when you needed me
was i not there
did we not share
our inner worlds
was not your pain mine
was not your fear mine
was not your hope ours
we loved
for a brief time
how
can that be?

like a puppeteer
you kept planting,
the seeds
of desire
feeding it
in someone else
then agreeing
you kept
us
in ignorance
a joke
a game
your amusement
your denials
the lies
no remorse
how can this be?
who are you ?
what are you?

and when
the storms came
i understood not
it was your secret

a smile
be well...