She stands alone in her own home
Her eyes well with tears
From the spurned kiss from the one who is supposed to love her
She misses the feel of a warm embrace, a lover's kiss
His touch no longer holds warmth
His kiss no longer speaks his love
He is her husband in name only, only the piece of paper, and the band of gold remains of the promise that was once shared.
Her only love and lover is the ghostly whisper that travels through her home
Though it is full with him, and their children...
She stands alone in her own home.
I wrote this a while back for someone that used to be a friend of mine, whose marriage wasn't at its best.
Her eyes well with tears
From the spurned kiss from the one who is supposed to love her
She misses the feel of a warm embrace, a lover's kiss
His touch no longer holds warmth
His kiss no longer speaks his love
He is her husband in name only, only the piece of paper, and the band of gold remains of the promise that was once shared.
Her only love and lover is the ghostly whisper that travels through her home
Though it is full with him, and their children...
She stands alone in her own home.
I wrote this a while back for someone that used to be a friend of mine, whose marriage wasn't at its best.
