I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel.
Everyday trying to learn
the right coping skill.
In the night my head races
With so many faces
So many places
Day by day I’m told
That’s all well and good
But even that gets old
My right now right now
Has me thinking, doing &
Living different ways.
One thing that remains ever taunting me
The love I have for another.
Never seeming to be just enough
Who knows when those boots will
Kick up dust.
I’ll wish him well
Smile and wave
No tear will drop
Not one little bit
Not until he’s no longer in sight.
I’ll send him with warm wishes
Yet cry myself goodnight.
Just like a strong woman should
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel.
Everyday trying to learn
the right coping skill.
In the night my head races
With so many faces
So many places
Day by day I’m told
That’s all well and good
But even that gets old
My right now right now
Has me thinking, doing &
Living different ways.
One thing that remains ever taunting me
The love I have for another.
Never seeming to be just enough
Who knows when those boots will
Kick up dust.
I’ll wish him well
Smile and wave
No tear will drop
Not one little bit
Not until he’s no longer in sight.
I’ll send him with warm wishes
Yet cry myself goodnight.
Just like a strong woman should
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