My phone rang today,
Her broken heart was on the line..
Her pain had a voice,
And in it, echoed mine.
For,
My heart cries
Everytime
Tears fall from her eyes.

She said her tears fall
In memory of a love
that once was ((you)).
Mourning the death of
her faith in you.
She wants to return
the dreams that you sold her
Along with all the lies that you told her…
Just give her --her heart back.
Give her -- her pride back.
Give her -- her life back.

But --It’s not that simple.


...Once upon a time…

Love ambushed her
Unexpectedly
Yet pleasantly.
Caught her off guard
And swept her off her feet.
Made her feel complete.
Uncoiled her
And spoiled her
Flaunted her
And haunted her

Love had changed her.
Rearranged her.

Lust induced
Love seduced her
Went in raw
And reproduced her.

Reproduced YOU.

But while she was high
On loving you
And dreams of tomorrow
Became her addiction
You were high
On loving life
Eight-balls became
your self-prescription.

And your loyalty to your wife
Was tested
By your love for china white
Leaving her to cry
Alone and pregnant
Every nite.
Alone with child
Every nite
Dreaming to your promises
Of
“everything’ll be alright”

But your sober vows
Died along time ago.
Suffocated, and buried
In an avalanche of blow.
And you let her down
With every bump
You-put-up your nose.
And now she cries
Because she knows
Its time for her to go…

she let you go for her own personal conviction..
you lost her to your own personal addiction.