I'm not into poems, really. I'm not necessarily good at them. But every now and then, one works it's way out of me. Or two. And for some reason, one of these turned into a total folk song. WTF?
Left In Love
Where are you headed to, my Wandering Boy?
My heart's whispering that you're far away
I bet you know I love you, Traveling Boy
I know I ain't enough to make you stay
I remember the way you looked just then
With all your world wrapped up in your sack
You know, you're carrying my heart all over the earth
And I'm just praying, darling, that one day you'll bring it back
I ain't nothing more than a plain and simple girl
And you're tellin' me that you need something more
So I'll wait all alone for the day you're comin' home
And I promise, baby, I'll meet you at the front door
When you headed home, oh, Traveling Boy?
Ain't you seen all that need to see?
I'm just a scared little girl, my Wandering Boy,
And that world is just too big for me
I need you dear, but oh I let you go
I'm missin' you more than you can ever know
But go, Traveling Boy, all over this land
When you come home you'll be a Wandering Man
Oh, Wandering Man, I know you'll never stay
I know I'm a silly damn fool for feeling this way
Oh, but darling dear it's all I know how to do
So there's only one place for me
And that's in love with you
And, jus cause, here's another:
You're touching my belly, where my shirt pulls up a little
You're touching my hip, where your hand feels so hot
You're touching my feet, where the skin's cracked and brittle
You're touching my throat, where the breath gets caught
You're touching my lips, where I gnaw in the worry
You're touching my eyelids, where I glare out the side
You're touching my head, where I go only to bury
You're touching my mind, where I spread open wide
You're touching my soul, where I try to turn away
You're touching my spirit, where I can almost break free
You're touching my promises, where lies come to stay
You're touching my life, where carry my need
You're touching my heart, where I beg you to leave