A Stray
Saturday, 31. March 2007, 19:27:07
An old piece of poetry I wrote. I'm quite proud of it.
My finger traces a line of her sweat, slowly followed by my tongue.
As she lies in my bed, yet wearing his ring, we know what we're doing is wrong.
She tells me we'll soon be together, that she just needs to sort out her head,
Then she takes off his ring, curls up in my arms and lays in the tears she's shed.
She once said that she dreams about me as he lies at her side, asleep
And how she wishes it was me she had with her to hold and keep.
I want to make everything better, I only wish that I could,
But there's no turning the clock back, 'cause if there were, we would.
I wrote this in 1995 on the night after my eighteenth birthday. I'd just realised that the woman I loved was never going to leave her husband, and this was my way of saying goodbye to the relationship. We stopped seeing each other just after Millenium eve...
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WIDGETIZE
Deke # 2. April 2007, 01:33
Unless it's got a good tune.
I used to write songs about ex-girlfriends as well:
Mindi* stepped into a trap
when she ditched me for that other chap.
Cos tongues I've heard wagging
say that new guy she's shagging
just gave her a dose of the clap.
Jimmy Webb made a fortune out of doing it.
It just doesn't seem fair somehow.
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*Names changed in order to protect me from anyone who still lives near enough to clobber me.
Santa Furie # 2. April 2007, 01:43
Deke # 2. April 2007, 22:41
Months later, having forgotten all about it, my mate's girlfriend read the lyrics and almost burst into tears at the shear beauty of it all.
I'm obviously a crepe songwriter. I couldn't even get that right...
Cois # 19. April 2008, 11:56
Santa Furie # 19. April 2008, 13:25
Cois # 19. April 2008, 13:35