Morning Glory: Let the healing begin again!
I love the smell of the Morning Glory flower,
I planted some outside my window..... the fragant filled the air
in the morning...
Here is my poem....
Let the healing begin again
I would blame it on my loneliness
or the moment of weakness
however, my inner child took a test
that i so detest.
Empty feelings came over me this morning
as I awake to a brand new day
here I am alone once again
locked behind a closed door in my chamber,
as my flowers send a sensual message to me,
four pillows on my lonely Queen-size bed,
with thoughts of you floating in my head,
then some awful thought surface,
I confused the mind of a nice caring friend.
with burning desires, I played havoc with his heart
as my treacherous heart set it mark
i set the stage , however, the best act
was in the last scene, where the lights
dims, that where i fallen flat on my face,
what an embarrassing moment,
It"s been too long,
Toning down the access fire was too hot to handle
without the proper attires to calm the heat within.
My desires are many, my cry is pitiful
so once again , I sin.
so I pray : "a man's heart plan his way, but this Lord
directs his steps, , I am so ashamed for my teasing
God is behind the scene and controls his stands behind
You were the bigger man!
I was the weak link, which tries to stay afloat,
on a rocking boat of lonely hearts
Sex was on my brain,
Drowning out all train of thoughts
I flirted with danger
Sorry! please forgive me,
I lean so hard, and rattle your cage,
knowingly, you can't share
or put out this burning fire within
sorry! please forgive me,
Where I am here
you may not enter,
I am not license , I am not certified
to guarantee your heart would leave my chamber
I am your morning glory,
sweet but deadly..