Broken Trust, Dying of Love

Broken Trust, Dying Of Love


Baby, nobody came when I cried out for you
if I were a lawyer maybe I would just sue
if a doctor, would heal my sad heart too
Nobody came baby, when my hot tears fell
the 'ole world has completely gone to hell
they say the sun is shining but I can not tell

Baby, nobody came, what the hell do I do
Oh my sweet darlin', what shall I ever do
Crying in my cereal, tears falling in my tea
baby, this damn hurtin', is all over me

I miss your lovin', that was so damn good
I'd crawl back to you, if only I ever could
prayin' you will come back, if only you would
Watched you leave, be damned if I know why
this damn hurtin' makes my soul want to die
tears are fallin' like raindrops from the sky

Taking my medicine, out back on the patio
drinking my whiskey, with Petty on the radio
my livin' without you, so damn sad you know
saddest sight I ever saw, was watching you go 

I remember your touch, each and every kiss
Baby, thats the pain in what I so dearly miss

Darlin', I forgive you every lie you ever told
if only you'd return here for me just to hold
we can forgive each other, never again scold
Hurtin' all over me, has me in such despair
got me starving to death, whiting in my hair
return to my love and end this eternal scare

Baby, you broke my heart, shattered my mind
got me drinkin' whiskey, the strongest kind
Darlin', you got me crying all the damn time
writing all of this pain out in sad poetic rhyme

Still nobody comes, as I scream out your name
come on back, on me place all the damn blame
Without your sweet love,  nothing is the same
baby move back in, my wild ways you did so tame

O' Baby, baby, I simply have to tell you this
Every damn good thing about you is what I miss!

Robert J. Lindley---


Note:
Written so damn long ago. I remember all the damn hurtin', why 
she left I still don't know. Next three years I lived inflicting pain,
back into me --it left a miserable stain.
Life giveth and life taketh away, yet why I was broken I know not
even to do this day!
Looking back, I see a wild man that needed his ass straightened out!
Now that I'm so blessed, I know it was a gift, of that I have no doubt..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Diliberto Avatar
May 20, 2015 at 8:10 AM
all things have a reason, trust it was for the best. Beautiful read. A pain many can relate to. I give it a thumbs way way up.
Vaso Avatar
May 2, 2015 at 11:44 PM
I am gonna get out my banjo! This flows so well Robert, great poem! A7
Lindley Avatar
May 2, 2015 at 12:29 PM
Yes, I wrote in lyrics in a song form... Originally started as a song that I abandoned when I discovered that I sing like a sick frog in a tin bucket! Then I finished it as a poem..
Lamoureux Avatar
May 2, 2015 at 8:45 AM
This has a country feel to it. I'm glad you found a way to happiness and wholeness Robert. To bad that you now have to live with that flat ass since it was straightened out!
Pinet Avatar
May 2, 2015 at 8:26 AM
Your words are well chosen and convey a meaning that flows smoothly into the next line of thought. You have a good sense of rhyme and rhythm and add feeling through your word choices. A gentle song like poem that flows with a sorrowful beat. Emile.
Deschler Avatar
May 1, 2015 at 11:50 PM
The hurt and longing can easily be felt in these lines. Writing is a good way to ease the pain of a broken heart... This was a very real and emotive write. Great work, my friend!
Bateman Avatar
May 1, 2015 at 9:16 AM
Robert, A sad one here indeed. I think most of us who've lived some decades have experienced at one time or another in our lives a similar experience or circumstance. I guess these particular events, when we learn from them, make each of us stronger. But the recurring pain and lingering memories may always be locked behind that so-called "Iron Door" in one's psyche (my thought here). A "7" + FAV from me my very good friend. Best Wishes to you and your family!! Best Always, Gary
Das Avatar
April 30, 2015 at 10:54 PM
Heartbreaking. Thank God there's healing. Beautiful. #7
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