Instant

I’d never pick you in an instant
I’d never have known how to choose
Yet her face in my mind so insistent
Tells me I'm going to lose

Create as you will
Your fantasy world
In which I've never existed
At all

Imagine at will
Your fantasy world
Where your very own Eve
Created the Fall

I’d never pick you in an instant
And these half dozen months,
Do not count
But given a bit of a reason
That time worn affection would mount

I always say
I’m over you now
So why is it you’re all
I'm talking about?

I constantly remind myself
You’re not worth the effort
And when we talk I know it’s true

In an instant
I’d never pick you
Because
You picked her
In an instant

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Comments

alp | August 21, 2009 - 18:20

I liked this in an instant ;-) 'They' may indeed not be worth the effort, but your piece was!

ankari | August 21, 2009 - 20:58

Thank you, this poem was written in an "instant" so I'm glad you like it, "they" aren't worth it, ut it's good to know writing about it is!
ankari x

Beeme | August 22, 2009 - 17:11

I really enjoyed this, 'they' really arn't worth it, but they are so hard to stop talking about and forget! This poem reflected all these feelings and the last verse finished perfectly. Great work :)

Beeme xx

ankari | August 22, 2009 - 17:13

thank you so much!
ankari x

scarletblue | August 22, 2009 - 21:03

This just reminded me of myself. But because of different circumstances, strangely enough.

ankari | August 23, 2009 - 17:19

Well I'm glad you can relate to this poem!
ankari x