I Write Mediocre Poetry
Take the time to read my soul and to be bold,
Never hold back your true feelings, don't ever fold,
That one moment in time when you were content to hold back,
Like a powerful train rolling along on a fast track, but it was the courage and steam you lacked,
The last time you folded your cards too soon,
Didn't have the guts to be all in and take that ride to the moon,
Satisfied to keep your feet firmly planted on the ground,
The safety of remaining silent and not uttering a sound,
The record was playing but you turned the volume down,
You were looking to be found, but in that one moment all your heart could do was pound,
It skipped a beat, but you felt unworthy and incomplete,
That single moment you failed to accept the dance and took a seat, to not partake in the forbidden fruit one fails to eat,
Regret is the ultimate pain which sting always seems to last a lifetime, it never expires or leaves your mind,
It stays deep within the corners of one's daily grind, As one now walks alone down the line, feeling helpless and blind,
Existing in a life of solitude will jab at the soul, it makes us cold,
The failure to be bold and seize the moment, always putting our deep emotions forever on hold,
Time will always take its toll,
When one misses the opportunity to love the person with genuine soul and who we were supposed to be with and grow old,
If you and I only took that chance way back then,
When we had the guts and conviction to maybe finally bend, to start over and begin again...
Never hold back your true feelings, don't ever fold,
That one moment in time when you were content to hold back,
Like a powerful train rolling along on a fast track, but it was the courage and steam you lacked,
The last time you folded your cards too soon,
Didn't have the guts to be all in and take that ride to the moon,
Satisfied to keep your feet firmly planted on the ground,
The safety of remaining silent and not uttering a sound,
The record was playing but you turned the volume down,
You were looking to be found, but in that one moment all your heart could do was pound,
It skipped a beat, but you felt unworthy and incomplete,
That single moment you failed to accept the dance and took a seat, to not partake in the forbidden fruit one fails to eat,
Regret is the ultimate pain which sting always seems to last a lifetime, it never expires or leaves your mind,
It stays deep within the corners of one's daily grind, As one now walks alone down the line, feeling helpless and blind,
Existing in a life of solitude will jab at the soul, it makes us cold,
The failure to be bold and seize the moment, always putting our deep emotions forever on hold,
Time will always take its toll,
When one misses the opportunity to love the person with genuine soul and who we were supposed to be with and grow old,
If you and I only took that chance way back then,
When we had the guts and conviction to maybe finally bend, to start over and begin again...
56-60, M
