Lying on my bed tonight,
painful memories are keeping me awake.
Tears flow down my face,
as I try to cope with my latest heartache.
There are so many times,
I smell the scent of someone's cologne.
Images of a new woman,
haunt the nights when you are not home.
I wonder if I will see,
her red lipstick on your collar once more.
I pretend to be sleeping,
when you quietly come through the door.
Pleading with me to stay,
promising it will never happen again.
I wonder where you are,
and should I ask where you have been.
As I wait here crying,
this is a battle I know I will never win.
I understand if I ask,
I am inviting true heartbreak back in.
It will really be hard,
to leave and make a brand new start.
I’ll have to say goodbye,
to you my love and to my broken heart.
© Brenda Sparkman
November 16, 2007
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