Read Poem: Manifest, by Jimieal Smith

My tears are her tears….yes her tears….but still in the same light…I can’t seem to make hers disappear…nop…..I can’t…..because I lied…..yes I lied…instead of showing affection…my heart put upon another heart…a feeling as cool as neglection…

As her tears fell to the floor…in mind…and heart…I felt helpless to help a heart…grown so sore….for I knew I was the blame….as I look in to the mirror I could only help to see her deep dark brown eyes….a flash of an anniversary and a long lost forgotten time….I ask dear Lord….could I have been so blind?…man….I can’t believe it’s me this time….hurt people hurt people…so I guess I’ll be fine…but I know deep down inside I won’t be fine….I can’t help but to think of the first day…I made her mine….

Between us lied a dead rose…and an empty vase…..what is a man to do?…when a woman has lost her taste….yes…..her taste….when the warmth of tear….is rolling slowly….slowly down the side of her face….to be so close to the one you love…but feel like between you to…lye’s so much space…empty inside I feel…man…cause I love her….but a wall I couldn’t see….I realized…I…had put so many other things above her….

Occupied with money and bills…I put a side her feelings….and man the feeling kills…looking back on it….I could of done so much better….but I let joy after joy past…without the thought…or compassion…of holding this…bond…this joy…this love…this everything….together….

Deep down inside….I know I care…but I question the reasons of…the out side of why…I have left a woman in despair…now I’m in the bathroom…speaking to my reflection as if no ones even there….praying maybe my words…would some how reach her ears…

But they don’t….and she walks away….I’m afraid…with my head hanging low…were the only words I could say….now I’m in tears…and as she lifts her hand…I feel…I should be the one whipping hers away….That day…I wont…ever…forget….for when I stepped out in to the world today….I realize I passed another great test…as a man…I have found….I find…in this special lady…I have my best….I love her….and on that day my love and her love like the bud of a rose began…to Manifest…

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