Stormy Monday
A storm rages as I smile,
I wonder sometimes if people know how I feel inside,
It seems they look right through me,
Inside I'm unsure of his love it seems he knows each insecurity,
I remember seeing the covers this morning as I rose,
As I dreamt last night I thought I was lieing down beside him,
I reached out and touched his pillow he had not slept upon it,
Keeping the faith and trusting our love I looked around,
The house was empty he was gone, I wondered quivering inside,
Where he had crept off to, he always managed to get away,
Before the wee hours and before early morning love burned true,
I went to sleep warmed by love somehow during the night I lost him,
Deep inside rages on the storm I've tried to hide,
The one that would end this love so sweet,
I've savored it's powerful effect the one it had on me,
If I've lost him what did he mean by loving me, and having me,
And taking me in his arms, like a child at play,
I gave my love away, his practice,
The rehearsal for reality, the stage is set somewhere,
Love has been prepared for, I'll never find this place,
I could not walk right in, I'd like to find them in each others arm's,
In the grips and in the clenches of love's strong embrace,
To finally be face to face to congratulate the victororious,
The one who pushed aside all the tenderness and changed his mind,
She used him to chase the cold away, the shelter his arms provided,
Was a haven and a refuge to my heart and what was inside,
Now it's time for the wounds that love inflicted to be healed by my desire,
I'll find a new love or at least I'll take some time,
To reflect on what love has taught me, and be the wiser,
Because in your heart you'll know as all the others,
The storm that rages on inside me...
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