Shy Twice
Cliche' No More rewrite
Once burned, the old adage cuts like a knife.
Relates to me dearly, a friend to my strife.
Love lost
I guess I take the blame.
Cared less for her needs, realizing the shame.
Looked in the mirror, now I see my part.
Self induced greed, right from the start.
Silent reflections, turned incoming streams.
Life is a bit, more than it seems.
Rewrite the script, new me– new theme.
Humbled in the process, no longer worried what others think.
Stepping up to the plate, giving my heart a little wink.
When love comes knocking back at my door.
“Thank you God,” I’m ready. Long awaited encore.
~Introverted Sage~
17.2023.05
|| Rewrite by request of another poet's work on another poetry site. My style
