The Love that had to Leave

A simple poem, from my heart. Anything true really is simple, after all.

A daydream is my sadness tonight

when I think of the love 

of the man with the red eyes

nicotine-stained lenses and old fashioned rims

I wanted him to see me

chest fielded in svelte, masculine fur

But he was a bad man

Mother said,

that he was a bad man

but I loved him, and;

I think he could see me.

Reviews

[krish]

A deep write, nice flow of ink, yur thoughts;re of high level i must say.
well penn'd.

[soliloquy]

This is interesting. I am curious as to who the figure is. A powerful one ...a father or minister perhaps?