poem

my life is a country song

One day I sat down to write a poem but it turned out to be a country song...Maybe one day someone will sing it. Not quite sure if it’s complete but this is as far as it’s gone.

It’s 6 o’clock and the table’s empty
There’s been no word from you
Do I prepare something for us
or wait up for you?

The kids are hungry & they’ve been asking
is Daddy on his way
or will he be a little late again?
Oh honey, I don’t know, oh, I don’t know

I scroll through our messages,
was there something I missed?
Was this your night out on the town
or are you workin’ late on a deadline?
Oh honey, I don’t know, oh, I don’t know

Lord, tell me something’s eatin’ at you
Cuz boy, you know it’s eatin’ at me too
Don’tcha know what it’s doin’ to me,
Can’t ya see it’s rippin’ us apart
Oh honey, don’t you know, don’t you know

I can’t stand your little lies
Don’t you look me in the eyes
with those scheming little lies
Honey, don’t you look me in the eyes
with those scheming little lies,
those little lies…

poem

Our (Mis)Fortune

Your hand slips into mine,
the fortune teller notices
our smiles with glittering eyes,
she’s convinced
there’s a future ‘tween us,
she smiles & invites us in

Laying down cards one by one
it reveals the betrayal and
secrets that will keep us
from the love that has swept us
into a whirlwind

We turn to each other stunned
but a laugh begins,
she replies, “Sorry, no refunds”