Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2017
When we're lying in your bed
In the dark carnal midnight
I might say that I love you
But in the cold light of morning
When we look at each other
We both know there's nothing
Further from the truth

I know you don't love me
But you could put up with me
At least then your child gets a daddy
I know I don't love you
I don't know why I pretend to
It just seems the polite thing to do

We're not getting any younger
And being alone seems so frightening
So we live this lie and hate each other
More with each day
There's no love, there's no passion
We don't even care about the ***
But we know it's the last chance we might get
This started as a song lyric, but I think it works well on the page too.
Ian Lewis Copestick
Written by
Ian Lewis Copestick  45/M/Stoke On Trent
(45/M/Stoke On Trent)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems