Loss of a Lover

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first love

 I lost my first lover
To my first love, poetry
On a mission to find myself
I lost myself
Only to discover my fragments
Standing on the side of the road
Thumbs up, hitchhiking

My ex tells me I’m a diamond in the rough
My enemies tell me I haven’t dug deep enough
And my friends tell me keep going, good stuff
Scratch me harder, my imperfections make me perfect

This is my rendition of
Mozart’s star that twinkled at age four
This is me rewriting the melodies
Beethoven made synonymous with thousands of heartbeats
This is my remix to the hymns of hundreds of years
Of following the drinking gourd …and still being lost
This is my encore to the lynched hopes of tomorrow
That hung way back in 1619
The same tomorrow we are dying for today

The aforementioned is not a beg for your finances
Keep your money
I am not trying to keepsake your currency
I’d much rather keep current
Drown if you fight it, relax and swim with the current
The times when you start to mean something new
Are the exact times I need something new
It’s ok to stress and sweat
Just wipe your forehead and remember don’t show it
Don’t show it…

©Paris “Chi” Butler, “Loss of a Lover”. 11/08/2012. All Rights Reserved.