Free Cee This Was Written Posthumously

A LADY, A LIAR, A LOVE, A LIFE All her life she had been someone else's someone Her daddy, her husband and then her young son A butterfly encased in a coffin of glass Until a decidedly different destiny came to pass Who was the man she lay next to in bed? They shared nothing more than their sheets head to head A stranger had become a lifetime’s one sweet chance But chances taken are too often met with raves and rants Sometimes chances have a way of leading to lamentable choices And even loved ones have vehement voices They scream too loud when quiet is needed And the sound of reason isn’t always heeded Fantasies can often be fed by the fire of desire And a lady’s life can be led as a liar Someone who vows forever in exchange for naked flesh But more often than not reality and dreams don’t mesh Everyone needs some time spent on their own But not when that person is afraid of being alone She had always been a daughter, a mother, a wife And that led to the lovely lady running my life © 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~