| By brian francis Your restlessness torments your angry soul A nervous feeling Out of control Every time you try to fight you lose Her eyes are hard now They have a steely cold A tired sadness Making her look old Her smile’s faded From the burden Of her dues The time you spend Chasing happiness Earning more With each success She sits at home By her self And lives the blues When you come home Stars are shining bright Your meal is waiting It waits every night The table set For one alone To use And in the morning When the alarm calls out You’re drawn awake So you sneak about Avoiding The confrontation And abuse You fear the day That you’ll return to find That she has left She has changed her mind No meal waiting You will sit alone And muse That is when you will finally realize How much you miss her lonely sad eyes and in hindsight you will learn to sing the blues Copyright ©2021 brian francis |
Forfeiture
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