The Letter

an experiment, for the sake of competition

The Letter

Oh my lover, for this, understand I never wanted you to be Rid of Me…

For I've spent my life working for the man,

rub til it bleeds on knees and hand.

One time too many I thought I heard you say,

This beautiful feeling to end such a way.

yet here we are at a place called home,

We float no joy bags packed and thrown.

You said something as the car door shut,

With my mind  reeling this heart so cut.

Engine started and  I say goodnight,

Oh This Wicked Tongue in electric light.

since that big exit, a month has gone,

and I realised you said C'mon Billy come on home…

Author's Note

for the Poetry Of Songs contest
artist - P J Harvey
song titles in blue