Buried Feelings

I have a chest of shattered dreams

Wrapped and bound and buried deep

Don’t come knocking at my door

Waking them from locked-in sleep

I don’t want to face my feelings

Nor reawaken hope

If our past repeated

I couldn’t cope-- just couldn’t cope

You texted that you’re back in town
Don't expect anything at all
I won't be like your faithful hound

Won’t come running when you call

I loved you from the very start

You broke my trust, you broke my heart

You left without saying goodbye

Didn’t even tell me why

There’s a special kind of pain

For those who’ve loved and lost, then loved again

That risk is too much for me

I’ve buried my feelings for eternity

Lost you once, but I’m alive

If I lost again, I’d not survive

So, don’t come knocking at my door

I don’t want you anymore

That reservoir of love and fear

Is entombed for all time

Some may say that’s unhealthy

But the choice is mine, the choice is mine

So don’t come knocking at my door

I don’t want  you anymore

The risk of love is too much for me

I’ve buried my feelings for eternity

Party Girl

Party Girl

Weekend round of parties

Gin ticklers and vodka smashers

Enough dancing to thin the spirits

To remain cognizant of place, time

and unwelcome hopeful hands

Leaving before the dark lifts

Unveiling its consequent of red

and yellow birthing in the east

Falling into bed almost before

Stripping off the small skirt

Snug shirt, and silky hose

Splashing water to dislodge

The mask of powder and paint

Brushing away the lies and

cobwebs of teeth and tongue

Then dreaming of somewhere

Clean and far away and

Someone waiting with open arms