Romance – Page 19 – Word Smith Wisdom

You Didn’t Do A Thing

You Didn’t Do A Thing

You could have hugged me.

Like she hugs me.

You could have kissed me.

Like she kisses me.

But, you didn’t—-do a thing.

You just stood there, looking at the ring.

She is everything I wanted you to be.

Now, I will miss you,—– for eternity.

You could have said you wanted me.

Like she says she wants me.

You could have loved me.

Like she loves me.

But, you didn’t—-do a thing.

You just stood there, looking at the ring.

She is everything I wanted you to be.

Now, I will miss you,—- for eternity.

You could have clung to me.

Like she clings to me.

You could have never let me go.

Like she will never let me go.

But, you didn’t—-say a thing.

You just turned, and left the ring.

She is everything I wanted you to be.

Now, I am without you,—- for eternity.

——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Agreeing To Never Disagree

Agreeing to never disagree

I’m really feeling good all day long.

Despite the fact, I’m breathing in smog.

I do a little dance and whistle a song.

Just really happy, as I jump a log.

People wonder what has happened to me.

I seem different, more energized.

They don’t know I’m as happy as can be.

Because you came back and apologized.

A minor disagreement had me down in the dumps.

I felt as low as a snakes belly.

I wasn’t wrong, but I had taken my lumps.

My confidence was as shaky as jelly.

Then, you showed up at my door.

This was a total shock to me.

You apologized for the way you were before.

We made up & agreed to never disagree.

Now, I’m on cloud 9 and you are too.

I was meant for you & you for me.

We will stick together tighter than glue.

Though were together, we both feel free.

What a difference it has made for us.

A simple decision for us to follow.

No more arguing and raising a fuss.

Agreeing to never disagree is not hollow.

It works for us. It may not for you.

Things have greatly improved since then.

It is something we can easily do.

Since we don’t disagree, there’s nothing to defend.

————————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Pain Lasts So Long

The Pain Lasts So long

The sun was bright. It was time to rise.

Something grimy was in my eyes.

I staggered to the bathroom & washed my face.

I started looking all around the place.

What a mess. I’ve been depressed.

Feeling to poor to clean it up, I guess.

I brushed my teeth and combed my hair.

I put on clean clothes. But, still didn’t care.

The pain lasts so long, since you’ve been gone.

Along the way, I’ve lost my song.

Nothing seems to have any meaning.

I just drift along without any feeling.

I made some breakfast, but didn’t sit down.

I just wasn’t hungry, without you around.

I got my coat and headed for the door.

I had nowhere to go that wasn’t a bore.

I walked along and turned into a park.

Last time I was there was after dark.

Couples were walking and holding hands.

Chatting together and making plans.

The pain lasts so long, since you’ve been gone.

Along the way, I’ve lost my song.

Nothing seems to have any meaning.

I just drift along without any feeling.

It all reminded me of better times.

I leave the park and try to unwind.

Up ahead I see a movie marquee.

I go in to see what there is to see.

It was a romance. A happy ending .

It left me tearful, uncomprehending.

It did not end up happy for me.

I was as depressed as I could be.

The pain lasts so long, since you’ve been gone.

Along the way, I’ve lost my song.

Nothing seems to have any meaning.

I just drift along without any feeling.

Up the street, I bumped into some friends.

How was I doing?——- So it begins.

They knew I was no longer with you.

They were just trying to be supportive too.

But, it only made me feel worse.

I couldn’t tell them that. What a curse.

Finally, they let me go on my way.

They all wished me a better day.

The pain lasts so long, since you’ve been gone.

Along the way, I’ve lost my song.

Nothing seems to have any meaning.

I just drift along without any feeling.

Back home again, I feel half dead.

Instead of watching TV, I crawl into bed.

I say a prayer, especially for you.

I just don’t know what else to do.

I get up and brush my teeth.

I kind of stagger. feeling a little weak.

I hop back in bed and turn out the light.

Again, tomorrow, I’ll take up the fight.

The pain lasts so long, since you’ve been gone.

Along the way, I’ve lost my song.

Nothing seems to have any meaning.

I just drift along without any feeling.

—————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Did She Fool Ya?

Did She Fool Ya?

You met her & you thought you found.

The first person to tie you down.

So, you said I do and then you found.

It was something much more profound!

Did she fool ya?

First the changes came on small.

A little at a time and that was all.

You have to walk after you crawl.

You were blinded after the fall.

Did she fool ya?

Then, the changes became more bold.

You were told, “Do as you’re told.”

She was something to behold.

As her plans began to unfold.

Did she fool ya?

She had you sitting in a chair.

As she proceeded to cut your hair.

You looked in the mirror and got a scare.

You’ll have to look like this everywhere.

Did she fool ya?

Next she changed what used to be you.

She got new clothes that you never knew.

Dressed you up like some kind of fool.

Then you were told just what to do.

Did she fool ya?

Last, she tried to change who you are.

When she tried that she went to far.

So you left and jumped in the car.

No one changes who you are

She didn’t fool ya.———R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Magic Of Spring

The Magic Of Spring

It’s that time of year again.

When flowers bloom and children grin.

Spring has sprung once more.

Spend more time outside the door.

Love is usually in the air.

Find yourself some time to spare.

Take a stroll and smell the roses.

Don’t get stung. Watch where your nose is.

Hear the birdies chirp.

See the bees, how hard they work,.

Everything is green and fresh.

Get your worries off your chest.

Enjoy the mood of spring fever.

Don’t even think that you may leave her.

It is a time for love, not loss.

Treat her right, at all cost.

Take a nature walk with her.

Let nature ruffle her fur.

She will fall to its deceptive ways.

She will be romantic for many days.

Call it splendor in the grass.

Just as long as it will last.

Give her a bouquet of wild flowers.

Laugh and dance with her in April showers.

Enjoy your lives while you are young.

A time when love can be such fun.

Yes, spring has sprung again.

This time around, her heart, you’ll win.

This will be your favorite time of year.

So, don’t hold back. There is nothing to fear.

——————————————R. W., Johnson—–(2015)

Old Before Your Time

Old Before Your Time

Girl, you’re gone again.

You are out of town.

You are not with men.

But, you aren’t slowing down.

You are busy all the time.

Always up to something new.

If a little of that time was mine.

I could be happy too.

Our dates are few, at best.

You have to fit me in.

I don’t even have to guess.

It’s up to you. I can’t win.

I always wish that you were mine.

That all you did was with me.

I have only one fear on my mind.

it is something that just could be.

That you’ll grow old before your time.

Then, it will be too late for me.

You are booked up for two weeks.

Beyond that, you are not sure.

You always have these promises to keep.

Time goes by so fast, it’s just a blur.

You say you want to make the time.

But, obligations get in the way.

Maybe, sometime, the time, you will find.

You will have to find another way.

If not, I may decide for you.

I have free time on my hands.

‘The Devil’s Workshop’ hype may be true.

I’ll find another with whom I can make plans.

I always wish that you were mine.

That all you did was with me.

I have only one fear on my mind.

it is something that just could be.

That you’ll grow old before your time.

Then, it will be too late for me.—R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Way It Went Down

The Way It Went Down

It was time to try again.

Another woman. Where to begin?

I stammered out a few words.

I wasn’t sure if she had heard.

So, I repeated them again.

“You’re approach is pretty thin”

I said “What do you mean?”

“I have heard it all before”

“You’re not the first. But, you’re local lore.”

“Some bartender flappin his jaws.” I said.

“They exaggerate the women I’ve taken to bed”

“You can only believe half of what you hear.”

“Why don’t you let me buy you a beer?”

“You don’t give up easily, I’ll say that.”

“What makes you think I’ll fall for that?”

“We both are here, so, why pretend.”

“We will probably never be here again.”

She laughed at that and said “Why not.”

I smiled & thought ‘I will give it all I’ve got.’

We started talking while sharing a drink.

“Had ya going”, she said with a wink.

I laughed and nodded my head.

“I hope you weren’t scared with that talk of bed.”

She said it wasn’t the first time it’s been heard

“Sometimes, it’s more common than a cuss word.”.

We both laughed and continued to talk.

I found out about her whole life’s walk.

I told her quite a bit about myself.

She said. “Time to come down off the shelf.”

“What do you mean?”, as I hid a belch.

“You’re up there like a well read book.”

“Time to come down & take a second look.”

“What is it you really want from life?”

“I hope that doesn’t make you uptight.”

“I hadn’t really thought about it before.”

“Most last one night, till she walks out the door.”

“Are you saying you’re looking for a relationship?”

“I guess I am,—– come to think of it.”

“That takes commitment on your part & hers.”

“That would be a ‘new book’ that’s for sure.”

Well, you can guess where this conversation went.

I am not sure if she hooked me or if I wanted to vent.

But, we connected in a way that never happened before.

When we left, we were together as we went out the door.

Years later, we still haven’t been apart.

Fill in the blanks. We each did our part.

—————————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

St. Patrick’s Day

St. Patrick’s Day

I wonder what I’m going to do.

Spending St. Patrick’s Day without you.

Shamrocks are hanging everywhere.

There is hardly any space to spare.

A light rain is falling now.

I have to feel it is good, somehow.

A rainbow can be brightly seen.

The gold at the end is just a dream.

Yet, if you arrive, that’s better than gold.

It will be great to have you to hold.

I am hoping a leprechaun didn’t nab you.

Hold you captive for a bit of stew.

Just kick him in his money sack.

Run like hell and come on back.

I am just joking around.

Killing time till you get to town.

I know there is a chance you won’t make it.

But, my St. Patrick’s wish is you won’t fake it.

You will arrive with time to spare.

Ready to go almost anywhere.

Then, we will go celebrate in Irish style.

After eating corned beef & cabbage, with a smile.

We will make this into a special day.

Special for us; our St. Patrick’s Day.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Attitude Adjustment Needed

Attitude Adjustment Needed

Have you heard of Midas?

All he touched turned to gold.

He certainly could buy us.

All he lacked was a heart of gold.

Scrooge of Christmas fame,

was a real scrooge for sure.

He lived up to his name.

He needed a heart that was pure.

The wicked witch is much the same.

Always brewing up something evil.

Seems, she knew no other game.

She needed a heart that feels.

I do not have or desire gold.

I am not a scrooge at any time.

I have a heart that feels, I’m told.

So why do you treat me so unkind?

You’re a new type of animal.

A new breed among the herd.

You devour more than a cannibal.

Living off destructive words.

You can rip a heart 3 ways to nothing.

Destroy emotions without a thought.

Yet, still expect continual sweet nothings.

Without a thought of what you’ve wrought

How to live with such a person.

One who is a Jezebel with a twist.

Goes way beyond a string of cursing.

This can’t go on without a hitch.

You must be a Scorpio for sure.

They are usually murdered before old age.

You treat others like dogs, or a cur.

Watch your mouth before you engage.

Nothing but verbal vomit escapes it.

It’s enough to piss off the Pope.

I am sick and tired and I hate it.

But, I’m not trapped without any hope.

My heart is in the right place.

But, even it has limits.

I’ll be gone without a trace.

Stew about that, for a few minutes.

Maybe, you will see the light.

Wake up and change your ways.

But, I’m not going to get up tight.

It may take many, many, many days.—-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Dreams Come True

Dreams Come True

It keeps happening again and again.

Every time that she comes in.

She can brighten up any room.

Her beauty alone will make you swoon.

She came in the other day.

Asked me if I wanted to play.

I was so shocked I said ”No way!”

“Oops, I meant to say.”

“What is it you had in mind?”

“Are you only interested in a good time?”

“No, I mean, I didn’t mean it that way.”

‘This is what I meant to say.”

“We need one more for a foursome.”

“I know you play. I seen you score some.”

“Uhh, sure. What time do we start?”

“I will be happy to do my part.”

When the game started I was all thumbs.

I couldn’t have done worse if I had the runs.

She looked so good in that tennis outfit.

I was doing good just not to trip.

I apologized for doing so poorly.

She said I wasn’t any court king.

But, I did good enough for her.

this was a shock to me for sure.

“Well, would you like to get a snack?”

She said “Sure.” and that was that.

Before long I was jabbering away.

telling her about the other day.

She listened then added some of her own.

She talked about how bored she’d grown.

“Not with you, I mean life in general.”

“Why is that?” I hoped it sounded sentimental.

“People carry on about my beauty.”

“I personally don’t think I’m such a cutie.”

“I think of myself as an average girl”

“To be treated as such gives me a thrill.”

“You have always treated me this way.”

“I love it,—– is all I can say.”

I was shocked into silence.

I would have had nothing to say in my defense.

I think of her in every way she despises.

Silence is golden in this case with no reprises.

From there our friendship really bloomed.

I loved to walk with her & look at the moon.

Almost a year has gone by since then.

Many have wondered what she sees in him.

Meaning me. The luckiest one alive.

Here I am and I didn’t even try.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)