getting to my last will©
It's a lonely weekend again
i haven't an ounce of affection,
affection thru a hug and kiss
affection that i will always miss.
The lonely week was way too long
by the weekend lonely even more strong,
cause then he was here all of the time
cept for running errands a lot were mine.
I'd be cooking he'd come in so cute
oh what smells so good(to my snoot),
he'd brag about me his praise would send
pride thru me without end.
Of course i'd brag about Faron
i'd speak his name with such a grin,
now when i speak his name i cry
cause he's not really there....
in front of me that precious guy.
Oh i see him everywhere i look
but a memory is mistook,
mistook for him being there for real
and a memory i can't touch and feel.
To feel the softness of his lips
on mine and thru my fingertips,
i'd give everything i have for sure
to do that forevermore.
My poetry helps me send praise
to him for all of his love all of my days,
it also helps me to him reach out
but the pain is getting too much....
without a doubt.
Like i said before
i'll share my words till i can no more,
one day i'm just going to....
hold up here physically alone
in starvation the wild animals....
can pick at my every bone!
Copyright ©2011
getting to my last will and testimony
that it hurts so much to write poetry
Sally
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