Somethings Wrong

by

Phil Pochurek

Somethings wrong
When your sex drives
Away from you
In that shinny red sports car of youth.
Off in another direction.
Leaving you empty handed.
Alone with yourself.
Without any desires, or fantasies
Without an erection,
Or anyone to share it with.
So you try to think
When the last time was
You even had those kind of feelings,
But it doesn't matter.
That was another chapter
In your private book of passion plays,
Of loves disasters, and lust.
Put away on the back shelf
Of your memories closet,
To hide from the pain of remembering
And gather dust.
All are gone
But not forgotten.
In time your heart will release that pain
Heal itself and be ready again
To open, with just the right word
The right touch.
But to ask your mind
To forget the past and forgive yourself
May be asking way too much.
Alone again you look around
And realize whats missing,
The warmth of her touch
The sound of her voice,
And her lips.
Her lips you should be kissing
But haven't for so long,
Somethings Wrong.

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