A Lady a Lover a Liar a Life

A LADY, A LOVER, A LIAR, A LIFE All her life she had been someone else’s someone Her daddy, her husband and then her sweetest son Yet she was a butterfly pinned in a coffin of glass While only one demon knew what would come to pass Who is the man she lays next to in bed? They now share only their bed head to head A stranger had replaced a lifetime’s once sweet chance And climbing mountains sometimes results in soiled pants Sometimes chances have a way of leading to lamentable choices And even springtime speaks with vehement voices It screams too loud when quiet is that which one may require When Mother Nature demands a stalwart stranger as her squire Fantasies can often be fed by the flames of desire And a lady’s love can be led by a liar Someone who vows forever in search of naked flesh But too oft reality and a delivered dream shall never mesh Everyone needs some time spent on their own But for the poor souls frightened of being alone She’d been a daughter, a mother and a regimented wife And that’s why she decided to end her pitifully predictable life © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~