LYRIC #201

On the floor I sit cross-legged with my back against the couch—

Hearing footfalls in the hallway I roll into a crouch.

Dashing madly for the door, jerk it open—shout her name!

Smell her perfume but hall is empty—every night it’s just the same.

"Our love is everything and forever!"—Least, she told me many times.

"Yes, you’re the king!"—However, turned out to be a line.

Loved me Saturday and Sunday, loved someone else all week,

Loved yet another on the weekend—a serial lover so to speak.

Suppose I should be grateful, I was sinking when we met—

Treading water in a lonely sea, choking on my own regrets.

Then she put her hand in mine and pulled me out of there—

Smothered me with gentle kisses and lies, ran her fingers through my hair.

As long as she stayed focused on me, it was the best love I ever had.

Frankly, what I had gotten before was actually pretty bad.

At least when I was with her, I was the only man on her mind.

She’d never say so if I weren’t, she’d never be so unkind.

I got caught by a serial lover--got taught by an expert—"No other

Moment is more important than the one you’re living through!"

"Love me sweet and fast!" she shouted. "Nothing great lasts Honey!"—I doubted anything she had ever told me, aside from this, was true.

Now my time with her is done—she’s off with another one.

I’ll sit here, biting fingernails, till my turn comes round again.

After all its not too bad—I’m just lonely now, not sad.

What is better: half a loaf or starving? Half a cup’s half-full my friend!

One night in seven that is charming? Or lonely nights that never end?

Laurance Pearsongreer

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