Love And Pocket Change
A Fools Game
And the night rolls along like a Slow moving train
I gave you everything I loved and so much more
My heart and soul and self esteem, down to my last pocketful of change
Leaving me knowing how it feels to be poor
Baby, to you, it’s all a game
You know I'd do anything for you
My love for you remains the same
Although you play me for a fool
If you could love me to my roots
Then, all my flower petals would be yours
I’d paint the moon a shade of blue
Every bloom bold and obscure
Art on the edge of the abyss
A tantalizing taste of heaven
But you wear poison on your lips
Keep me guessing, twenty four seven
If you'll ever feel for me again
The same way that I feel for you
Always keep me wondering
Just why you do the things you do
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (7)
Love, best to avoid it...but it keeps popping up anyway...pain and happy...hand in hand. Blessings and hugs.
"I'd paint the moon a shade of blue, every bloom bold and obscure" 🥰🥰🥰 Nice work, Kelli!
Some people are natural bullies and some fall for the bully rather than someone who cares for them, sad words but fits the challenge
So heartbreaking, Kelli 🥹 Sending you my love~
Perfectly written, Kelli <3 Great flow and rhythm, like Paul says <3
I take it this other you are addressing keeps trying to get you to move into car 17 on this slow moving train. Blessings, my friend.
This has such a great rhytmn and flow, and lands with a strong impact. Well done, Kelli! Slight editing note potentially - Keep me guessing, twenty for seven - did you mean "twenty four seven"?