I cannot write of tender words
Or love songs whispered sweet
I know not of impassioned love
Or yearning burning heat
But I can write of stinky feet
And breath that smells real bad
The sound of food loudly chewed
Tears and years of mad
Dirty clothes left on the floor
A ring around the bath
The lawn not mowed cause “it’s too cold”
Piles of pent up wrath
Hills of bills that can’t be paid
Vacations put on hold
Cost of living up, up, up
Gas worth more than gold
Plans and dreams forgotten
Years just slip away
Complacency takes over
day
after day
after day
Anniversaries go unnoticed
Valentine’s Day too
Boredom fills the days and night
What’s a girl to do?
I guess I’ll keep on searching
For the love I crave
Someone who is romantic
Witty, smart and brave
And when I spy that perfect guy
You bet that I’ll be gone
I’ll give up everything I have
To live as Bella Swan
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©Shelli Carlisle 2013