When I was yours

For a few moments,

I felt I was yours,

I felt wanted...

There was nobody else.

For a moment,

We were each others,

We were the most complicated..

We were the most beautiful.

For a moment,

I felt beautiful,

I felt deserving,

I felt what I thought was real.

But the moment passed,

I am here,

You are there,

Now I feel unwanted...

I feel the least beautiful in your eyes

I see the stoked beauty of the latina's styles,

Not inferior..but not enough,

I'm not yours,

To remember that is tough.

But I felt the connection in our song,

For those moments,you and I belonged,

Hearts,bodys and hands,

I was your indian lady,you were my latin man.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful story in the poem.. I like the description of the good days. I like how you closed the poem. Had more of a upbeat than sadness. Love new is the best days of a life. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Talesha]

Thank you for appreciating my words and emotions..it's all true,every single word.Atleast somebody doesn't see my situation as a mess :) God bless Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Love make us dance, sing and cry. One day. You will look back and appreciate every memory. Even the bad ones. You are welcome.

[Talesha]

Thank you :) I hope so