A Thought for Every Word

Stray

Poster child for morning coffee
she stumbles out of bed
Clutching at the thinning tee shirt
and shaking her pretty head

Where did she wind up
after the night was through
A darkened world unfamiliar
furniture all askew

She tiptoes across the carpet
and steps on cold tile
Bent and weary from the night
her mouth is full of bile

Wicked words she tosses
and mews at her silhouette
Will he keep her this time
she’ll take what she can get

A bowl of milk sits waiting
filled up to the brim
She is sorely tempted
to spend her life with him

Feeling a little better
from sleeping in a warm room
She curls up against his shoulder
and waits for love to bloom

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