She said sorry for the fireworks, they will never be contained. Explosive angry outbursts, burning, fired up rage. Damm she’s crazy, halfways insane. I tune the nonsense out, all the screams and shouts. Firing her up even more, where the hell is the door?…
Tag: Heartache
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One year passed, seems like yesterday. Couldn’t be a year, went by so fast. Our hearts still ache, you are missed so very much. Your words, wisdom and loving touch. We go on, make our way. Missing you each and every day……..
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Wearing heart attack boots, walking, somewhat aloof. Considering this, disregarding that. Remembering her face, wondering where she’s at. Is she happy in her place, has she accepted her fate? Thoughts I cannot control, questions I need not know….
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Forty-five miles south of Colorado Springs. In a dimly lit pub named “The Coyotes Den”. Five nights a week, more often than not. The songstress sang ballads, played piano, stole hearts. Cowboys rode in from miles around, hooting and howling as she sang her songs. Nevertheless, only one thing on her mind, the banjo player she left behind……
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She danced on down to New Orleans. Pursuing the man of her very best dreams. Since she was young, he was the one. Though, he’s a rambling gambling crum. With rose colored glasses and a forgiving heart. It’s easy this way, playing a part…….
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Waltzing in, prancing about. Presenting herself as this, when she’s really that. Wicked ways, dangerous smile. Hollow inside, hideous and vile. Bad intentions, cruel plans. The very worst valentine I ever had………………….
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Honesty ended, lies came around. Conversations went on, but true words were not found. Selfish behavior, insolence. Lashing out in self defense. Just happy you showed, glad that I know. The real you at last, you are part of the past……
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Profanity spewing, anger sown, harsh winds blowing. Icy hands, frozen heart. She has a way, from the start. Storming, lightning, thunder booms. Never revealing her truth of doom……….
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I love this girl, don’t know why. She is a liar, through and through. Spewing lies, spinning fables. Across from me, at the kitchen table. Quite humorous to a degree, running her mouth, thinking I can’t see. Transparent like a ghost, easy to read. This kind of love, I really don’t need……..
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You’ll know when you go. It’s far from the end. Brand new lies, desperate ploys. Scheming tricks, transient joys. Setting up the perfect con. Selling dreams, so much fun. Flim-flam man has no soul. Leaving heartache wherever he goes…..
