After The Fire — Donna Lewis

You really astound me You with your half closed eyes Far far away

And me wide eyed and focused Intent on perfection What a fool to believe

Fiercly wild in the presence of strangers Meeting for the first time An innocent desire to display your charms

But I shall not see I shall not fear you I shall not hear you Call me a friend

Tears shed over one's broken promises Blaming the foolish one For a poem out of time

Big child sullen and self willed Flashes of anger Blood red to the core

How easy it would be to let uncontrollable Words burst from my mouth But why should it be me To tell you the truth

So I shall not see I shall not fear you I shall not hear you Call me never call me a friend