Poetry · Writing

Carton of Milk

It’s all to different, honey

not enough money

for you to stay

here

in my arms

back to the farm

I never did you any harm

and now you say you found someone new

too late all those flowers done was turn blue

round trip tickets

popped bottles telling secrets

and you’ll tell me you’re happy with him

singing the songs you sang to me to him

except when you call me and not him.

Feelings stayed way to warm in here

two feet off the ground, no fear

chairs stacked to the roof- closing time

Semisonic burned the roof down- feelings time

and will be seen together

chasing bills and a dream our endeavor

and you’ll send me out in white silk

I’ll be back with a carton of milk.

 

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