Category Archives: Poetry

She’s played this game before, and lost. She never thought about the cost. The price she paid for love was much too high. She tries to see where things went wrong, But she gives up before too long, And then … Continue reading →

Somewhere in the night When the lights are down low She’ll be feeling kind of lonely Then she’ll get the urge to go. She’ll walk into the closet And put on her tight jeans, Then she’ll be headed downtown To … Continue reading →

I wish I had the nerve to tell you About the way I feel inside, And every time that I am near you, These thoughts keep running through my mind. Somebody else already told you That you’re the answer to … Continue reading →

I love the taste of good, smooth whiskey. Lord, it warms me to my bones, And there’s nothing like a good woman To make a man feel right at home. I used to have the best of both, But then … Continue reading →

I swore there’d come a day when I would make her mine, And we would be together until the end of all time. So I went right out and bought myself a shiny wedding ring, And I tied it to … Continue reading →

She told me it was over. She said that we were through. She said that she was leaving me And there was nothing that I could do. She said that we were finished, No point in going on. She said … Continue reading →

Baby, open your eyes, And try to see beyond the man Who stands before you now. Somewhere deep inside You can see me as I am And I think you’ll be surprised. I understand your reservations. Girl, we’ve both been … Continue reading →

Driving through the darkness With the city lights behind me, Destination undecided as of yet. I’m hoping I can find a place With nothing to remind me Of the fact that you and I had ever met. No money in … Continue reading →

A broken heart is nothing new, It’s something we have both been through, And we both made out just fine. I know you thought his love was true, But he just wasn’t right for you, But lady, you’ll find love … Continue reading →

There’s a quarter on the table, and a memory on the jukebox That I can’t bring myself to play again. The song is such a good one, But the memory’s a sad one, And it makes me think about what … Continue reading →