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You Sure Didn't Waste Any Time By Stone Bryson
Going through the amazement… of meeting you, an artistic, display in my eyes. Hope and desire shine from you, as you approach me, without a disguise. The look on your face is open and true your voice, a harmonious chime. You tell me, you want me to give you a call… well, you sure didn’t waste any time.
Going through the challenge… of learning you. a complex, display in my mind. Intelligence and sense pour out of you, as conversation, continues all night. The tone of discussion begins to shift gears as we stare at the morning’s first light. You tell me, you want me to take you right now… well, you sure didn’t waste any time.
Going through the passion… of seducing you, a shattering, display on black sheets. Fire and hunger consume you, as your violent convulsions repeat. The calm after the storm is so peaceful, the moment, too perfect to rhyme. You tell me, want me to tell you I love you… well, you sure didn’t waste any time.
Going through the joy… of dating you, a contented, display of pure light. Strength and selfishness roll from you, as two begin to share one sweet life. The time spent together is harmony with heaven, so near in our sights. You tell me, you want me to propose to you… well, you sure didn’t waste any time.
Going through the confusion… of understanding you, a contradictory, display of your soul. Passion and indifference interchange in you, as you put, my desire on hold. The suspicion is written all over my face, the panic, boils up in your eyes. You tell me, you want me to just give you some space… well, you sure didn’t waste any time.
Going through the anger… of catching you, a horrific, display in our car. Nakedness and sweat surround both of you, as rage, flares up in my heart. The nerve you display is quite uncommon as though I’ve, committed the crime. You tell me, want me to leave you alone… well, you sure didn’t waste any time.
Going through the heartache… of losing you, a painful, display of once shared. Contempt and displeasure seeps from you as you tell me that you’ve never cared. The tears that spring up are unwelcome blurring, my hope and my sight. You tell me, you want me, to forget about us… well, you sure didn’t waste any time.
Going through the motions… of watching you, a shameless, display on the mall. Flirting and smiling radiates from you. as mankind, embraces your call. The pain that I’ve felt begins to dissolve, the fire, you’d started has died. You tell me, you want me to ignore you… well, you sure didn’t waste any time.
Going through the amazement… of meeting you again, a pathetic, display to behold. Time and your lifestyle has caught up with you as you appear, used up and old. The passion I’d felt seems so out of place with the creature that I have in sight. I tell you, I’ve wanted you to go straight to hell… and you sure didn’t waste any time.
Copyright © 2004 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved. Written July/2001
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