M's Poetry
Pinball Machines
You are that tear that trickles
from my eye across to my ear
as I lay on this bed
and the night goes
just like a pinball machine
back and forth
your arms sometimes just melts me
but sometimes it seems you are
the stitches on the curtain at night
and you say it's about sowing your seed
but why should I be subject to stand here and bleed
I follow you at a distance
as I try to rationalize
this life in this circle
this world that is our pinball machine
I could have been a contender
but instead I'm content with
the gin and tonic dressing gown
and some say I deserve better
but what is the price of pain
when maybe one day you can taste glory
so after all your actions
I have come to believe
that you still love me
and if you was a choice
I know I would still choose you
because even though I don't like pinball machines
sometimes you must just play the game
2006@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
from my eye across to my ear
as I lay on this bed
and the night goes
just like a pinball machine
back and forth
your arms sometimes just melts me
but sometimes it seems you are
the stitches on the curtain at night
and you say it's about sowing your seed
but why should I be subject to stand here and bleed
I follow you at a distance
as I try to rationalize
this life in this circle
this world that is our pinball machine
I could have been a contender
but instead I'm content with
the gin and tonic dressing gown
and some say I deserve better
but what is the price of pain
when maybe one day you can taste glory
so after all your actions
I have come to believe
that you still love me
and if you was a choice
I know I would still choose you
because even though I don't like pinball machines
sometimes you must just play the game
2006@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
