Foundation was supposed to be built on love.
Reminded by a beautiful, white dove.
I got a cold feelin'--
sittin' back chillin'.
This time it will be different 'cause he promised.
He pays for food and rent.
Common sense left after a hug, a kiss.
Captivated by the things I miss.
Lured back in with a stare.
Turned my head to hide my glare.
Voice within tells the truth.
What are you doing?
This isn't the Book of Ruth!
Untrue, unlike, uncommon--
together out of spite.
That last one like to fight.
Never number one.
Second best 'cause I'm fun.
What have I done?
What have I done?
I got a cold feelin'--
sittin' back chillin'.
This won't end well.
An emotional jail cell,
plans to leave hell.
Nicholl McGuire author of Laboring to Love an Abusive Mate.
