Monday, September 5, 2011

Counting Sheep

You stretch your arms
across your bed
Smell his scent in the pillow
where he once laid his head
All fucked up inside
Or just too damn blind to see
That a man you thought was yours
left you for a better opportunity.
Found his escape in the middle of the night
while sheep were dancing through your mind
And although his heart belonged to you
he had to flee away from your kind.
He stuck with you for better or worse
A vow he intended to keep
And all the while he bust his ass
while the sheep continued to dance in your sleep.
You forgot to love him
Just always thought he'd be there
You neglected to caress his body
and show him some tender love and care.
You forgot to feed his mind, challenge his thoughts
and reach him through his soul
You lost sight on how to be a woman
To a man that loved you so.....

And I Thank You...

I really thank you so much
for refusing his gentle touch
For going to sleep
and counting your sheep
For continuing to tell him no
when he wanted to make love to you slow
For walking away
when he had something to say
For not going to church
to try and make it work
For ignoring the signs
and not cherishing the time
For throwing your fits
about little stupid shit

I Thank You..

For being caught up with your friends
and running the streets
For all the microwaveable dinners you left him to eat
For all those lonely nights
you left him abandoned
all alone in a bed
with no companion.

I Thank You..

For the forsaken love
you dumped on his heart
For ripping and shredding
his spirit apart
For letting him go
and not chasing after him
For not understanding
the true value in him

I Thank You..
Because you gave me the chance to restore his heart.

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