The heartbreak of a woman in a LTR |
Doors slamming, phones ringing....... Feet on the stairs, scurry, scurry Lots of work,lots of worry, everybody..Hurry! Hurry! Cars starting......engines purring No one stopping......nothing deterring Slumping down in the big soft chair No one can be found anywhere A hush falls over the big vast house Things are as quiet as a mouse Silence falls just like a thud I am alone now with no one to love.... Staring at the clutter....no words do I utter I rise and I gather...."What is the weather?" Gathering and placing things out of place I stare in the mirror and look at my face..... "Who is she?"....I wonder...."does she exist?" This woman, this mother, this diva that's "his" I pick up his robe to put it away And cuddle it softly next to my chest My heart gently beating under my breast I stop and I hold it to gently caress Other times, other places and far away days I long for the laughter, the passion, the praise Were we so different then....."I wonder?" Or has time changed our concept, stolen our thunder I'm running my water to get in the bath To wash away feelings and maybe relax Gathering my dreams like bunches of daisies I'm picking the memories and turning the pages He loves me still.....he loves me not Is that how it goes...lets see....I forgot I'm putting on make-up...I dress for success Will my day hold "new promise" or only regrets I pick up my keys....there are some to my heart I'm the last one to leave...the last one to depart I'm rushing to work....but waiting inside For the end of the day I can look back with pride Will he hold me and love me and gently caress and then say he loves me And quietly confess...that he needs me He wants me and he's truly blessed The nights softly falling like velvet and lace the days almost over.....I look at his face He's reading and busy.....The lines on his brow Say "I'm working and reading" Don't bother me now.......... |