Smudged
I don’t think he sees me through clear eyes
My heart is lonely and my soul feels his lies
His anger grows deep within his soul
Marching like an enemy toward his foes
Listening was never one of his better traits
He hears what he wants and alters fate
His kisses aren’t warm on my lips like before
His arms leave me longing for something more
He stole all the trust and left me alone
Though he is right here it’s like no one is home
My history is smudged and I feel the blame
Everyday as he points out my shame
His is tarnished though he’s like a book
His love keeps me dangling on this hook
I wait for him to see the whole of me
But many a day I just wish to be free
Responsibilities of children and home
This woman is tired of doing it alone
I know he is here but it’s left up to me
Why can’t he help me, why can’t he see?
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
Copyright © Lena Townsend | Year Posted 2009
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