Monday, 19 April 2010

Mount Vesuvius

If you think you can change me, you are wrong
I've seen it all now, I've been to Mount Vesuvius and back
I've mustered the courage to walk in deserted lands
I've been there done that and you can't change it now

I'm as independent as they come. I thought you knew.
I thought you realised I didn't need you, I just wanted you.
You can't replace the holding hands I already have
they steady me more than you ever could, they don't try to dominate

I've seen some scary sights, but I've never seen a man die
it's funny looking at you I'm tearing away your soul
by simply saying "No, I won't be restrained"
it's worse that I find it amusing; killing the part of your soul I hold,

that means we never meant anything
sad really, you thought I'd change for you
not just compromise but force myself to be
someone, something that I'd hate- You fool

But like I've said before, I've been to Vesuvius and back
and you don't have enough of a hold over me
to make me stop, you never cared enough.
You never changed; so forget it because I won't

I think I'll go back to Italy soon, back to Vesuvius
ironic how a volcano helped me find my firey side
puzzling that a rock formation did what you never could
I'm not changing; I think I'll erode over time,
I'll grow ancient and throw a wobbler every so often.
Well it works for the damn volcano doesn't it ?

1 comment:

  1. Thought I'd try the whole bitter, strong independent woman approach again I quite like it, it's sort of empowering.....

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This blog is basically, poetry, pretty words and underneath it all a real sense of who I am... I am a feminist of sorts, hence why my writing is mainly from the female view. I don't profess to be anything special, when writing these at stupid o'clock in the morning I, like every other human being on the planet, make spelling mistakes.I am not always grammatically correct, but put it this way, if you can read my poetry and enjoy any of it, relate to it even, you are getting a sense of who I am, how I love, how I hate, what I believe. I hope you like my writing.

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