She told me, “I can’t brush my hair today.”
I pictured it – her look of consternation –
For cells & texting do one useful thing:
That’s leave a lot to our
Imagination
She told me, “I can’t brush my hair today.”
I pictured it – her look of consternation –
For cells & texting do one useful thing:
That’s leave a lot to our
Imagination
Recall…
An autumn spent
In playing there at love
It isn’t a surprise it’s called
The fall
The days when you were shining in the sun
Will come again
I promise
He had designs on her,
And didn’t think she was aware;
If he had known just what she was
Then he would not have dared –
He made his move, but found he’d soon
Have to admit defeat:
You see, at undercover work
She never
Could Be
Beat
So you’re married. Don’t stop dating.
It’s worth all you might invest –
Love is always better when you
See each other
At your best
This whole thing is voluntary,
Be here if you want be;
And, to make things less confusing,
You be you, and I’ll be me
Do not tell me who to talk to,
Or attempt to shape or fix
What I say when you’re not present;
Trust me, or just hit the bricks
I don’t think she wants to know the truth
Like a loaded pistol in his hand
Everything she worked so hard to build
Crumbling around like so much sand
So she tries to vainly turn away
And against the truth her ears to seal
Thinking, like the girl that she was once
If she doesn’t hear it, it’s not real