A Truckers Wife
Placing my heart upon my sleeves,
posting fragrant aroma in empty rooms.
Wanting inner passion to erupt volcanically
only my love is emptied in loneliness.
Silent walls call loves emotions loudly
frames of desire paste deserted entities.
Sleekly punishing my broken chamber
into pieces of puzzled prisons locked jail.
Longing for fires flames to come home
yet over the road trucking he must be.
People have to eat,
and need other things.
Although for women like me
we must sacrifice for everyone.
Left alone without our love
to comfort us at night...
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