Wrong House, Right Love
© 2007
Dan Johnson
Love has a hold of us,
I love you, you love me,
But we are caught in a lover’s snare…
I live in the wrong house
And you live…over there…
We each live in the wrong house,
But ours is the right love.
Oh Lord
How did we ever get in this mess?
Walls are so paper thin,
Late at night,
I can hear when you are laying with him,
But in my heart, I know you love me…
From where I live, I can hear your
Agonizing heartbeat
And the sad truth is
We each live in the wrong house,
But ours is the right love.
Oh Lord,
How did we ever get in this mess?
Dan Johnson
© 2007/2008
by it), but I do know good writing when I read it. And this
is a beautifully written poem.
Aside: I also have written and had published a lot of haiku,
and it's an art form I enjoy - but sadly, I've gotten away
from it. Yours I like. - gene.
Regis
very country indeed. I couldn't make the picture appear, but it's fun imagining it. The twang carries on.
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