If I Could Have Wrote That love Song
If I could only write you a love song. .. It might go something like this.
You've tried my patience this last year. You lied,I cried and we'd do it all over again. Over and over again. Over and over again.
I'd watch you as you were sleeping, wondering if you were still breathing. So many nights you stayed up. Determined once again to re-up. The dope, it has you wrapped up. I think I'm going to throw up.
Your new friends, they're all great. I watched them one by one go away. To jail for time to spend. Your time is nearly at an end.
Still I see...
Your blue eyes fade, your muscles wane. Your touch is gone. The smile No more, one things for sure.
I'll never forget the sparkling ocean of eyes. Your big strong arms around mine. And never will they take away ...
...The fire that would last all day. The passion of your look
The way you wanted me shook
The ground I stood on, I could barely stand
Because the smell of your skin the aroma of your neck. Me snuggling in, you lifting me back
To hold me close to you... God how safe I was too.
No one can hurt me now
Except. Wait. Wow.
The stranger he comes. He's looks like you. But his voice is harsh. He hates me I knew..
He's here with a vengeance to tear us apart
With a glass pipe in his hand and one on the torch
Goodbye my sweet angel. My blue eyed baby face then. Now the stranger will begin to start the end ...
Written by
SassyBri ~
04/29/2015
8:58 pm CST
You've tried my patience this last year. You lied,I cried and we'd do it all over again. Over and over again. Over and over again.
I'd watch you as you were sleeping, wondering if you were still breathing. So many nights you stayed up. Determined once again to re-up. The dope, it has you wrapped up. I think I'm going to throw up.
Your new friends, they're all great. I watched them one by one go away. To jail for time to spend. Your time is nearly at an end.
Still I see...
Your blue eyes fade, your muscles wane. Your touch is gone. The smile No more, one things for sure.
I'll never forget the sparkling ocean of eyes. Your big strong arms around mine. And never will they take away ...
...The fire that would last all day. The passion of your look
The way you wanted me shook
The ground I stood on, I could barely stand
Because the smell of your skin the aroma of your neck. Me snuggling in, you lifting me back
To hold me close to you... God how safe I was too.
No one can hurt me now
Except. Wait. Wow.
The stranger he comes. He's looks like you. But his voice is harsh. He hates me I knew..
He's here with a vengeance to tear us apart
With a glass pipe in his hand and one on the torch
Goodbye my sweet angel. My blue eyed baby face then. Now the stranger will begin to start the end ...
Written by
SassyBri ~
04/29/2015
8:58 pm CST
9 years ago
Love ya girl!
Bob
I will post here next week my experiences in the 1968-1973 period. As Dickens wrote, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times".
PLEASE, also keep in mind that these thoughts and feelings however strong are only one side of the story from a very broken and flawed individual. Me. Mark is a good man. He's got his demons. .. You've got yours...I've got mine. We've always been able to meet somewhere in the middle. Not this time. It had to be all or nothing. And he has chosen.
I don't know if you guys understand the depth of my pain... Some will. Please share here one of your most painful experiences. I would like to hear it and it does help to get it out. I invite you to share your intimate details of a love lost.
Thank you for listening.
SassyBri ~