Drought

There’s a drought in her heart

Oh, the passion is dying

She’s tired of the many times

He has left her crying

He asks her:

babe, what can I do to make you stay,

He feels his heart breaking

as she’s walking away

She said:

what you’re asking

is too little, too late

I’ve given you several chances

long before today

& you couldn’t be bothered,

I’ve had enough of the pain

I hate that it has to end this way

By: J.N.R Dutton

 

 

Published by J.N.R Dutton

Husband, father, artist, writer, musician, art promoter, among other things.

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