Waiting at the train station with no shoes.
I felt I had reason to sing the blues.
A story as wild and crazy as this,
makes me want to give you my fists
You looked me in the eye, said I was the only one.
I believed every word, when all was said and done.
How could I know, you are less than a male whore
I was not prepared for what was in store.
The phone rang on Tuesday afternoon,
A voice said, sorry we’ll be foreclosing soon..
Shocked and afraid, I found myself in denial.
No matter……, soon I would go to trial
The phone rang on Wednesday morning.
My bank manager issued a warning.
You’re in the red, how I wished I was dead.
I was a fool for loving you.
Blind by good looks and sweet talk too.
Now here I sit all alone,
Why, I do believe they just cut off my phone.
How could I not see the light
Everyone says it shone so bright.
My home, money, you took from me.
Worst of all, you stole my dignity.
Written by: Oct.28/06
Melvina Germain
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