SWEET LIPS

That's what he called me today
Why does he want to be away
From my lips if they are sweet
When I lay my life at his feet

He doesn't want the kindness I can give
Away from me he chooses to live
And it just breaks my heart
That he has to be apart

From the love we make together
He cannot stand the gloomy weather
Of my soul
That I let roll

Upon these lines
Of the child that whines
Because life seems too difficult
It is not his fault

The way I was brought up
Emptied my loving cup
Which needs to be overflowing
Or he's afraid of knowing

All of me
That I set free
The fantasy and reality
Of lost little girl in heartunes poetry.

3/25/2007 2315 cj

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