I was watching you
trying to hold me up
but too late my darling
i was gone above.
You took me down,held me
screamed at me and yelped
"why do this to me woman"
trust you i thought, to think of yourself.
As if broken hearted
you cried and cried
"poo" i could smell her perfume
even on the other side.
So whats with the tears?
whats this all about?
your free to love her
i'm no longer around.
But instead each night
i hear you pray for forgiveness
if only i could tell you
i regret what i did.
but why do i know now
and not when i was there
why when its too late
show how much you care.
whats done can't be changed
but i did make you a promise
to mind and care for you
as long as you live.
It's not that i'm a loyal angel
do i watch you from above
but you my foolish darling
are still my only Love.
Comments (7)
and just love how you take it home!
and god, if we knew why..
'why do i know now
and not when i was there'
many of your writes are truly moving
ty.
Must admit "poo" isnt a very poetic word
but what to say, another wouldn't come to mind
i appriciate your comment
makes me wonder why
we as women put ourselves through it sometimes....
~SAS~
Thanks for the pleasure of reading.
About the word 'poo', how about 'manure'?