Playing House

by Sharry Woods

Every morning when I awake and look beside me

What do I see?

A man that at one time promise to love me for me

But now

Ignores and brings out the worst in me.

Through the years I have quickly moved down your list

Of priority

I donít love you because I donít love me.

If I did my soul wouldnít cry daily

Leaving puddles all over my world.

I am drowning in my own pain

Leaving traces of a woman going insane.

I have chosen to share my life with a complete stranger.

Maybe this subconsciously feels safe to me.

I long to be touched and looked at through the eyes of a man

That understands my fragile soul and adversity

Someone that understands why being loved is so important to me.

Indescribable turmoil has invaded my soul

I am desperate for change but donít know where to begin

My mind spinning in circles for I have no control

This has become a battle I need to win...


Playing House by Sharry Woods

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