Maybe Next Time
Or Even The Next
He was always my type, the kind I'd try hard to tame,
but he knew evry' move, beat me at my own game.
With out a pure soul, he led me out, far, to the edge,
an easy lure, he held the lock to my cage.
He came to show me the key, show off that he held my fate,
but I was too wise, I knew just how long to wait.
So, when the time came, I rose to meet him with a kiss,
he fell for my ruse, that is just the way that love is.
Some days you will win, and the next you may fail,
But stay, hang here and wait, I will have more tale to tell
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Dig'n down deep, to keep you up on the biz, just what true love and all that it is, how can it be more when I feel like this? It has to be more than a bird and some bees, doin' it up in the tops of the tree, that drag you down hard on your knee.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
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Fabulous!!! Loving it!!!❤️❤️💕
Oh yes, that's so true! Some days we win and some days we lose, in love. Powerful poem!
We're hanging, Kelli, just waiting for what comes next.
Awesome piece ❤️