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Victor Tripp Oct 2014
Her soul was steeped in grief and howls of sadness poured
From her body after the policeman 's bullet ended the life of her only child born into the earth a male and all the green  young green trees
Had been cut down and lay still in death lost to life
Much like a bird in a big empty house with no escape banging
Against the walls that locked it away from freedom
Away from the sand and fog of a lone sea
Victor Tripp Oct 2014
Night rocks me to sleep with sweet dreams of you
God answered my wish for a lasting love and made the creation come true.All the loves of my past have disappeared now I'm traveling
Down the road to happiness pass all doubts fears whistling as I go
Toward new dreams and plans happy as a piano man
Reminding myself to never look back because just one longing glance
At what used to be could throw this man off track
Don't you realize that I'm stuck on you and will be hanging around for life and vow that I'll never turn back
Victor Tripp Oct 2014
Hurt brings out my tears that fall without a sound down my face
But who's to know there are a lot of us in goodbye town
And who's to know each day that you wake up behind the masked smile
How one really feels? When people look sincerely at you who"s
To know the real deal?Who"s to know that inside your heart is broken
And life is at  standstill  messthe hand that rested warm in your own
Is gone now and nobody on the plant will answer that sent out sos
Who"s to know getting through the day is an effort and food going down
Tastes like sand doubt takes you on free mind trips
But who"s to know why she left you high and dry
For that other man?
Victor Tripp Oct 2014
If only these hands could sculpt your pristine beauty in wax
So all the world would see in exact detail every curve and line
Just as God created it to be breathing life to its stillness
My house of wax of course would only contain statues of you
No one else would be allowed to touch  each formed part of
A creation from a long ago memory
Victor Tripp Oct 2014
Papa was never home, women he held in his arms were't his own
Papa did't like to do much thinking.His natural talents were
Gambling loving drinking .Mama I don't need you to tell me the truth
Papa was never home , the loving he did was always his own
And when he died did't even our dog a bone
Victor Tripp Oct 2014
It's time now for some more of my tears to start to fall.
Thought I had your good loving as all my own but I had nothing at all
As you're thrilling some one else its slowly killing me. Do right by me
Baby or pack each bag and leave.All I see now is the blues, get back your
Attention on me again its time to choose,sad notes playing in my heart
If tonight you decide to depart there'll be fond memories I won't restart
I'll close the door and seek a new start
Victor Tripp Oct 2014
I'll leave the light on for you and my heart and arms will be
Open wide. Turn down the covers and the lights real low
Or maybe we can love by the soft candle's glow
Make the night go by  nice and slow .Please know that inside
I'm waiting here and holding back each screaming sigh
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