Jean Murray Poet Verse

Beneath the Lie

What lay beneath the lie
each time you said goodbye.
When you kissed my cheek
and I was too meek to resist?

What lay beneath the lie
when flowers would arrive.
Half dead carnations
with the weekly shopping?

What lay beneath the lie
when we lay together you and I?
Like statues cold and dead
in the marital bed.

What lay beneath the lie
that made me want to die?
You did not care for me.
Looking back, it's clear to see.

21/02/2017

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Just James February 25, 2017 at 12:47 PM Stong and silent not the answer...make noise throw things...make a man understand!...:)

Anne-Lise Andresen February 21, 2017 at 1:03 PM ..... Use ... and throw ... food on the table and a roof over their head .... bye, bye - So sad, Jean - Great written - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Tim Smith February 21, 2017 at 10:37 AM It is easier to see now that you are out...his loss/ our gain Tim Smith February 21, 2017 at 11:28 AM Bless you Jean Murray February 21, 2017 at 11:19 AM I know now what was happening Tim. To our daughters he appeared the loving husband, as was his plan. The master plan was to leave me the moment the youngest turned 18.

Daniel Turner February 21, 2017 at 9:33 AM At least he gave you three beautiful daughters, Jean:) Might as well face it, most men are pigs! Good luck in the contest. Jean Murray February 21, 2017 at 11:15 AM That's true. But I feel compelled to disagree with your comment on the pigs, even though they consistently seem to prove me wrong. "Someday....my Prince will come."