Bills loom large Over our makeshift Mattress bed Kind of like Camping I tell the girls Forcing the cheer Rallying the proof We will surpass Disaster Candles flicker Roasting marshmallows For dinner Nothing but The best of fun Tonight It is hard But I try not To think of Them And 600 dollars Worth of makeup Lying unopened On his bathroom Counter His world weary Voice crying out It's not like you Think A kind of madness You'd never believe Inescapable Unavoidable But she wheels Him away Dust clinging To fast food Dinners And grocery Store roses He sleeps In relative ease Eyes heavy With increase And excess While I wait Two days 'Til payday Hoping the Lights will Come on Tomorrow
Reason for writing:
an old one...found it while rummaging...thought i'd post it.
Birth sign: Libra
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