she only wanted simple things
to grab her slice of the American dream
like her mama
and the ones before
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, steady
she only wanted simple things
to get a slice of the American Dream
but he left
like the ones before,
before, before....
and simple slipped through her fingertips
once more, once....
like before, before, before.
Monday, January 08, 2007
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1 comment:
lovely.. how you contrast the loss with the want...this one reads like a song...
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