After the Fire - Donna Lewis

You really astound me

You with your half closed eyes

Far far away

And me wide eyed and focused

Intent on perfection

What a fool to believe

Fiercly wild in the presence of strangers

Meeting for the first time

An innocent desire to display your charms

But I shall not see

I shall not fear you

I shall not hear you

Call me a friend

Tears shed over one’s broken promises

Blaming the foolish one

For a poem out of time

Big child sullen and self willed

Flashes of anger

Blood red to the core

How easy it would be to let uncontrollable

Words burst from my mouth

But why should it be me

To tell you the truth

So I shall not see

I shall not fear you

I shall not hear you

Call me never call me a friend