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Dish the dirt

What dreams cause love to drift away?

What contact brings a thrill that says

'It's time to leave, don't pack just run

My arms are waiting, come my love'


A stolen kiss, a squeeze, a touch

More than enough to break a trust

A trust that had no clue or plan

And gave you all the love she can


Yet still you cheated wanting more

Too many nights away for sure

And then the shirts, the lipstick stain

The scratches, love bites, aftershave


She didn't buy it, so who did?

The card, the words, the special kiss

So underhand, your shame to hide

A glovebox broadcast all your lies


And now she knows, her heart in two

Yet still she cries tears over you

But that's the price of love that hurts

We love the loves that dish the dirt


©Joseph G Dawson


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