The rose-colored glasses slipped away
and I saw you as you really are,
crowned in wishful thinking and spoilt
disparity of thought, overwrought,
less than I expected and more than I assumed.
I guess I didn’t know what I wanted,
or why you made me blue,
just another misdirected convolution
leading me astray, as always.
Got to get my mind in gear,
stop crunching the shift, driving in reverse,
overcome my hapless fears and get back on course.
And where would that be?
I’m not really sure.
But I am sure I’ll make the same mistake again,
unless I can come up with a way
to rewire my faulty brain.
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I think I would have kept going with the ‘glasses’ theme, but then I also sit on my poetry and feel too shy to post it. 🙂
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Thanks, Chelsea. This was a ‘done-in-one’. Probably could have spent more time on it but it expressed what I wanted to say at the time so I didn’t bother revisiting it. Maybe I should have lol 🙂
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More impressive. :l
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That was a smiley.
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I was wondering about that lol 😃
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This reminds me of days when I had a string of less than satisfying relationships. “Your picker is broken,” a friend told me. Indeed it was.
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Yep, I hear you, VJ. I think we all go through these stages lol. This is an older poem I could have published a while back but it just sat in my phone notes untouched. I guess I must be running out of material lol 😉
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Old ones worth recycling are always good.
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Not recycled, just a little forgotten lol 🙂
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