Her Heart's Not In It
He tells her he loves her
but she doesn't feel the same,
over the years he caused
so much heartache and pain.
He smiles at her lovingly
she turns her head away,
her heart's not in it
it used to be, one day.
He gives her long stemmed roses
but she doesn't care anymore,
pinks, reds, yellows and whites
she throws them upon the floor.
She gave him her heart
the day they became as one,
beneath a weeping willow
in the hot August sun.
He made a vow in front of God
promised her, his soul and heart,
who would have thought
their marriage would fall apart?
If she had already known
the man he was to become,
she wouldn't have married him
under the hot August sun.
He had changed his ways
has eyes for other women,
always lusting after them
he was animalistic, not human.
He used to have eyes for her
now he plays a nasty game,
toying with her heart
he is the one to blame.
Her heart's not in it
when they're together in bed,
she wishes she were somewhere else
she even wishes, she were dead.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.5/2015
I had a different title for this, but changed it. This seems to be forced. What do you think?
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2016
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