RMC

Sweet Alabama in my mind,
Tennessee is where I can not see
your golden hair anymore;
the last time was in front of my door.

I was young and did not see clear
that in my life loosing you only did I fear.
It was long ago and I sew what I reaped,
and I can not keep it hidden beneath anymore dear.

I have moved on but not really.
Maybe an emotion’s pain hurt is more is not a notion silly.
The hurt and pain of a heart
sometimes in life just does not part.

Since then the day you left
my life has been such a theft
of the pieces that remain I’m not sane,
but maybe now I can change.

A song I played after the one
who took me far from home stays
after she wronged me and did
things one a person could not condone
in my ears plays.

I never knew how blue your eyes
would wrap around and hypnotize
the man in me from the child
who was hung up and in denial I apologize.

You erased my adolescent ways,
my childish things of the flesh
which sometimes now even
ramble as such and manifest.

I have found you and I am abound
in hurt but beautiful sound.
I can not tell you how much it means
in this machine I call me I have found.