Your smell like a lingering song
I taste your every move as I recall,
And ask, where did I fail, where did I fall?
Last week my husband, my lover and my hope
Today you are the traitor on me the joke
For I am the fool who cry in the night
When our children pray for Daddy
as I turn out the light.
Souvenirs left behind in your haste
Two faces of a joker playing this game
Your touch just a memory while I whisper your name.
A charmer and a jester, a Casanova knight
Whose feet of clay who couldn't wait to take flight
From home and bills and a ball and chain
Why did you want me?
Why did you change my name?
I watch them grow older, happy and whole
These beautiful babies, my heart and my home
Then who is the joker, the fool, the insane
When they love me for ever and forgotten your name?
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Dandelions In The Wind
PoetryThere are a lot of reasons why people write. For me it has always been like an addiction, a reporting on the world and therapy. People are my greatest inspiration and God created so many variants and flavours that we would always have something to...
