The Breaking Point

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By BUBBA

With the football game playing loud And showing my spirt and being proud The room roars with that last play We were the winners of the day Just giving my guys some crap Giving each other a slap They knew it would come to this The best game we ever saw..glad we didnt miss And so they go home in awww At the wonder that we saw And as I close the door after they went My wife just stood there...a glare she sent Who the heck do you that I am You never clean when your friends leave again The mess it takes me all night I finally get done a mornings light I'm tired of all these games It will always be the same If you just only knew The thoughts I have would make you come unglued For I want you out of the house I no longer wanna be your spouse I'll get the lawyer this time For being married to you...I must of done a crime Cause this is worse than prison My life is gone and missin Just pack your bags and leave now I will manage somehow The kids they'll be fine They may grumble and even whine But I'll tell them what a jerk you are Just leave now and go on far And so I walk out that door I just turn back and call her a whore For I knew what she had on her mind She wanted someone else she wanted to find Her sugar daddy so she could stay home Never to work always to roam And as I looked back towards that house Nothing was stiring not even a mouse I just wondered how i would heal again I would close my heart...never let anyone in The kids werent even mine I'm sure they'll turn out fine I just wonder and pray But I just keep walking on my way I hit the road and stick out my thumb My soul is empty just feelign numb I run out of town right now I will be okay...some day some how

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May 24, 2009 16:24CUTTS**AND_A_BROKEN_HEART

This is reall good well written, i like it, sorry if this is true, but i can relate to the close ur heart and never let anyone in!!

October 25, 2009 03:00BUBBA

most of my poems are not from personal experience...