Jan. 21st, 2005
Refrain
I could weep from a broken heart, for I felt a tear
I could curl up and die,
For life attempted, yet again, to attack my soul.
I’ll refrain.
For it does not come as a surprise to me
I’ve seen this all before
One minute he is well contented
The next he is out the door.
To play his game requires much skill
You have to stay alert
Mind your P’s and Q’s
Or he’ll dig up all your dirt.
He cannot handle matters of the heart
Without digging in his pockets first
So come prepared for survival
Cause he’ll leave you dying in a desert with thirst
Look upon that heart on his sleeve with caution
For it bares more than meets the eye
He’ll use it to climb inside yours with passion
And then smother you till you die
Copyright@2005LaPoetress49
