That Sweet Sorrow

If this is sex and lust why can't we let it go

He could forget where I live

forget my number

but still he begs to be my lover

I can love him for fun

its not just a drug

there is something innate

he always asks me the question

he begs for my attention

when I am blocking him

he can't love anybody

my baby is broke

but even in his 5 minute hold

for some reason he soothes my weary soul

maybe one day he will wake up

and it wont be too late

i dont know what to do

i try to find someone new

we are just writing back and forth

on pof

he is 50 years old

here I am at 44 still waiting for him to open' love's door

i just cant forget the way he kisses

I just can't seem to say no to those desert filled dishes

i am ashamed

i am ok with him now going his way

to feed his dog

he said he will come by tomorrow

together or apart

me and my baby are both broke

in the dark and in our heart

destined for that sweet sorrow

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear butterfly... I beleive it was Shakespeare who said... "Parting is such Sweet Sorrow". You have Tomorrow. softly, Pat

[butterfly]

thanks for the review