Not a Tear
Not holding back a thing
like the telephone, it does not ring.
I lost the song the notes floated away.
Been dreaming way to long so goes
the lover's broken song.
Lost the key and the door is locked.
it will come as a shock I know.
But this desert rose is dry and
tired she’s moving on now.
No holding me back now I am
moving along .
not sure, what took me so long to
decide what is best for me.
Perhaps it was the misspelled title
of those hidden longed for
dreams and the spell when I fell
for you so long ago.
The door is locked
the rain is pouring outside.
I forgot the phone just let it ring.
Did not look back I went straight
ahead to the dry desert.
Going to rescue that rose
before it is too late.
Going to beat fate at its
own game make it bow in shame
taking her back where she
belongs being herself
not even one tear...
Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007
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