woman warm and beautiful
he falls gracefully
she picks him up constantly
he takes his time
she watches every move
once a rebellious boy
now a committed man
he loves her all the time
she's trying to rewind
the past events in her mind,
his lies were so unkind
been together for years
rain falls less than her tears
he's broken every rule
she plays the bitter fool
to much history at stake
apologies can't clean the slate
he walks with his shoulders up
she prays for love and luck
babies forgive ignorantly
but she wishes intently
for her man to go away,
then she pulls to make him stay
coffee brewing religiously
tongues waiting impatiently
until the first sip, then she's ready
another day, just like the last
loving her man is not an easy task
she wills herself to be better
that's the dream, to stay together
what if he's never good enough
her mind plays tricks on her
as he fumbles with her skirt
she's not as tough as she wants
but she continues to put up her front
one day it will all go away
the bad, the good, nothing will stay
her words, his fists, won't mean a thing
but the kids, the kids, take in everything
a man and a woman together finally
years later fighting and not smiling
she's in the kitchen pretending
as he's secretly drinking
love has come and gone like bad friends
and then, like a cloud, drifts in again
she might have chosen poorly for herself
but he never thinks of anything else
~Jenn
the past events in her mind,
his lies were so unkind
been together for years
rain falls less than her tears
he's broken every rule
she plays the bitter fool
to much history at stake
apologies can't clean the slate
he walks with his shoulders up
she prays for love and luck
babies forgive ignorantly
but she wishes intently
for her man to go away,
then she pulls to make him stay
coffee brewing religiously
tongues waiting impatiently
until the first sip, then she's ready
another day, just like the last
loving her man is not an easy task
she wills herself to be better
that's the dream, to stay together
what if he's never good enough
her mind plays tricks on her
as he fumbles with her skirt
she's not as tough as she wants
but she continues to put up her front
one day it will all go away
the bad, the good, nothing will stay
her words, his fists, won't mean a thing
but the kids, the kids, take in everything
a man and a woman together finally
years later fighting and not smiling
she's in the kitchen pretending
as he's secretly drinking
love has come and gone like bad friends
and then, like a cloud, drifts in again
she might have chosen poorly for herself
but he never thinks of anything else
~Jenn
