Monday, January 08, 2007

A beautiful bride?

she only wanted simple things
to grab her slice of the American dream

like her mama
and the ones
before, before

she only wanted to walk home
and in her door
to smiling faces on bodies two feet tall

and each night fall
to sleep
in arms that would hold her
steady, steady

she only wanted simple things
to get a slice of the American Dream

but he left
like the ones
before, before....

and simple slipped through her fingertips
once more, once....

like before, before, before.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

lovely.. how you contrast the loss with the want...this one reads like a song...