Mr...

Mr...

A Poem by Deanna Ballard

I once knew this man

I found him so profound

yet not hard to understand

The things that left his lips

Had me thinkin’ twice

second guessing myself

but down with him for life

It was what we call the simple things

The songs he would sing

How when he spoke to me

His words held no sting

In my eyes he was a king

The table we shared held many things that he would bring

because it wasn’t about him, it was about me

But couldn’t he see?

We are one

Two halves of one person

When I found him

My peace of mind doubled

I wasn’t as troubled

He was my paradise, my perfection

His very essence was my protection

A love I’d never known

Someone to call home

What would I do without this man who practically was my sun

He sustained my life

His brown skin on mine makes me shiver every time

His lips on mine reminded me of the beginning

When I doubted his motives

And his excuses were many

But he grew on me

And if he left, he’d be missed

It just too bad that he doesn’t exist

© 2011 Deanna Ballard


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That last line took me by surprise. Tastefully done. I enjoyed this. Thanks.

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Deanna Ballard
Deanna Ballard

Forest Park, IL, IL



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What defines me is not what I can tell you, but the things I can't. Know the things I cannot tell, and you'll find you know me I'm pretty laid back. I have a great sense of humor. I don't particula.. more..

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