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 sheets 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
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