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Written in the rhythm of my life.

Teeth Marks in the Butter

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Night time falls upon us

Me and my fury little pet

I cart her off to bed with me

I get very little fret

 

We cuddle-up and go to sleep

Hazel Louise is sweet as sugar

It’s later in the night

She turns into a booger

 

She stirs herself awake

Maybe she had a scratch

She saunters into the kitchen

to do a little lickin’

 

Black hairs upon the counter

Point to her demise

To leave that kind of evidence

Surely was unwise

 

Grammy would completely shudder

She would not think it fine

She would be furious to find

Teeth Marks in the Butter

Father Time

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I see his lips moving
I know he’s speaking out loud

It’s the shock and horror of what he is saying
That hovers over me like a black cloud

His love for me has left him
He wants to move-on to someone new

My pride stops me from pleading
That this simply can not be true

As I watch him walk out my front door
I feel sick to my stomach
My soul bruised to the core

My heart is physically sore
True sorrow is so consuming
Daily living a chore

I remind myself of, loves lost in the past
That I too survived those heartaches
That this pain will surely not last

I pace at the window, looking outside

I search Him out in a crowd
I know He can’t hide

He’s dodging me, what a cruel trick
I have to take a deep breathe and remind myself
That HE isn’t really a dick

He’s watching me closely, and seeing me heal
My tears have dried up
I once again feel

When I least expect it, I realize He’s mine

My healing has finally arrived, it comes in the shape of my dear friend
Father Time