The Grass Just Was Not Greener poem 2
I made a big mistake leaving
The Grass Just Was Not Greener
He spoke like summer, smooth and warm
promised me no coming storm
said he never broke a vow
I believed him, then, somehow
New touch, new tune, new painted grin
easy lies wrapped tight in skin
said he’d never look away
but love like his begins to fray
He wore his past in hidden threads
a smirk, a shrug, the things unsaid
soft with charm but sharp beneath
the kind that smiles and slowly cheats
I thought I’d found a clearer sky
a better kiss, a brighter high
but even roses rot unseen
not every field is fresh and green
He wasn’t better, just unknown
the same cold hands beneath new tone
a different face, the same old play
and I regret I didn’t stay
So let them chase the glittered thrill
I’ve learned the cost, I’ve felt the chill
new doesn’t mean it’s true or kind
the grass looks green when love goes blind
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
I guess we all make these mistakes at some point in our lives. Regret is such a painful emotion, especially when it is linked to hindsight.
One must experience things to know what to do and lessons will be learned. Good job.
I found this very relatable.
i love it 💖💖💖💖💖💖