THE END

Folder: 
COUNTRY POEMS



      Another guy you'll seek.

      A future looking bleak.

      Yes, it's true.

      You'll be blue.

    

     And end you can't mend.



      You think he is the answer.

     You think he's a better dancer.

     You'll be all alone on the floor.

     Something you can't ignore.



     An end you can't mend.



     He'll send you home.

     You'll be all alone.

     A week times two.

     You and he, all through.



     An end you can't mend.

View chris's Full Portfolio