Another hobby has been destroyed
By my lover, my wife, my best friend
I won't be annoyed.
I decided to read and watch a number of works
but have been made to feel guilty, I hate that
and it completely *****
We only can talk for a few minutes each day
Then it's time for the national news, I am hanging up
I hear her say.
Over half my salary gets transferred to that bank
My emotional energy stands up in our talks every day
Then the proverbial rug, out from under me is yanked.
I am accused so often having made a big choice,
In the past and now -- in the future
That is what ends our conversations, silences my voice
Why continue? Promises are made to me of a "for all time".
Pain and suffering are projected back at me,
How can I live like this, how can she? The fault is all mine.
Earlier in life, I never spoke. I dared not reveal,
To friend or acuqaintance, distant orclose.
My pain inside, how everything made me feel
So with this last long relationship, right from the start
I explained how I felt each step of the way
I poured forth a flow of words from my heart.
Now I do hear, that the novels, and movies, and author I chose
Makes me feel guilty, and I hate the, "SOUND FAMILIAR????"
So the videos can stay off, and each book I must close.
Is this what my life is, and how it will end?
Confusion and heart pain, they happen each day.
Using technology or words and sight our feelings we send.
What am I doing tonight, this weekend, for all of each day?
see you later, is what she will say, See you tomorrow,
You Love me in your own special way.
I guess
mgm 1/22/2016
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
Another hobby has been destroyed
By my lover, my wife, my best friend
I won't be annoyed.
I decided to read and watch a number of works
but have been made to feel guilty, I hate that
and it completely *****
We only can talk for a few minutes each day
Then it's time for the national news, I am hanging up
I hear her say.
Over half my salary gets transferred to that bank
My emotional energy stands up in our talks every day
Then the proverbial rug, out from under me is yanked.
I am accused so often having made a big choice,
In the past and now -- in the future
That is what ends our conversations, silences my voice
Why continue? Promises are made to me of a "for all time".
Pain and suffering are projected back at me,
How can I live like this, how can she? The fault is all mine.
Earlier in life, I never spoke. I dared not reveal,
To friend or acuqaintance, distant orclose.
My pain inside, how everything made me feel
So with this last long relationship, right from the start
I explained how I felt each step of the way
I poured forth a flow of words from my heart.
Now I do hear, that the novels, and movies, and author I chose
Makes me feel guilty, and I hate the, "SOUND FAMILIAR????"
So the videos can stay off, and each book I must close.
Is this what my life is, and how it will end?
Confusion and heart pain, they happen each day.
Using technology or words and sight our feelings we send.
What am I doing tonight, this weekend, for all of each day?
see you later, is what she will say, See you tomorrow,
You Love me in your own special way.
I guess
mgm 1/22/2016
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