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Sunday Mornings
by Bek Williamsdriving down the highway
wondering why you're not here again
i woke up in a different house
and you said you didn't care
you didn't care
it's been three weeks
since they saw you last
and i never, well, i never know
what to say
i find you
in the back of the house
moaning about
what went wrong
i leave you
like you are
talking to yourself
so bitter
and i know
it's not exactly stupid to think
that there may be
some hope left for me
and i wish
you would quit destroying
everything that we used to
call so precious
and hold dear to our hearts
i find you
in the back of the house
moaning about
what went wrong
i leave you
like you are
talking to yourself
so bitter
you wonder
why i stay away
well i don't exactly know
what to tell you
but it's not easy
to take back the things we said
when we were angry
not that you would anyway 04/20/2008
Author's Note: another song about my mother and how i hate having to make excuses for her time and again. really better off as a song, but i'll put it up here anyway, and maybe someone will take up some interest in it as a poem.
Posted on 06/10/2008
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