http://vocaroo.com/i/s1fVmHdaS3tN
AP by Ron Woodruff (BlueDemon77)
You the kind, my muse in the past
Never have minds and bodies worked
with such little effort
a day I know, and grabbing
the power and the scrotum
I knew it would be the end
......but I am powerful
You have been so gracious
took responsibility yet
always knew that an
impardonable sin had been shouted
You hugged me and kissed me, knowing
and you did't want me away, maybe what we had
was truly rare. You message me, ask me questions
I show a brave face, one not scarred by
the sandblaster that shredded me.
I stay and hear how much you miss me....like razors
You are so kind I feel weak.
Your voice, your image, make me want to start again...
but I am a man and I deserve to pay for my wrongs.
Ron
Comments
Forgive m my licence, mate
I want to give this a very different reading.
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1lTgskhYkJC
Big difference hey?
I'm getting a blast from the vocaroo bit.
Dig the poem. When self-flagellation is not enough, ask a woman who has fallen out of love with you.
Thanks Jess
I enjoyed your reading. You gave it a lot less of the 'poor me' tone. my lack of objectivity poured in there.
Good read!
Ron
BlueDemon77