A Free Style poem about a man who adores his wife. |
No Such Thing As Angels She was over in the corner when I came home tonight Once again Jack Daniels helped me see the light She did not have to wonder, she knew where I had been So many times I've headed down the road to Hell again I don't know why I go there, it ain't the place I want to be She's been holding on to what she found in me But, how long can that woman stay here by my side This bottle that I cling to must break her heart inside Every time I feel these walls start closing in on me I run right to the bottle, the only place I'm ever free I know that I have got to be right out of my mind My woman sits home waiting while I'm drinking myself blind I don't know what I would ever do if she should go away I'd get down on my bended knees begging her to stay No matter what life does to me I can make it to the end She is more than just my lover, she is still my best friend They say there's no such thing as angels Well, my woman's wearing wings She's the rock that I still lean on The gold inside our wedding rings The only peace I find here in the valley is when she gives herself to me There may be no such thing as angels But I got one here with me @Copyrighted September 22, 2000 by Brett Matthew West All Rights Reserved No portion of this poem may be reproduced in any manner without the written approval of the copyright holder |