Steven Hunley
03-01-2011, 06:11 PM
Run to You
by
Steven Hunley
It isn’t working out. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out. You have a license. The license makes no difference, not after the love runs out. The vows mean nothing after the love runs out. Sometimes the love just dies out instead. It was ‘til death do you part. So you’re parting.
There may be your family to think of. It makes no difference. You get edgy, impatient, and mean-spirited. You spend your days longing. You can’t get her off your mind. You decide to engineer a fight with your woman. When it works, you use the excuse to walk out on your officially certified and legal-papered woman. And you run to her.
It may be raining. Rain makes no difference. Snow will not deter you either. You’ll be with her come Hell or high water. You’ll travel untold miles and not count them, they’re nothing. You’ll talk for hours on the phone and think it’s just minutes. You’ll mail thousands of e-mails, literally thousands of e-mails. You’ll post hand-written letters and often watch for the mailman knowing he carries her replies. You search for her Wet and Wild lipstick prints on her stationary and adore them knowing her mouth is just the right size. You are hooked and you know it. A man knows when he can’t get enough; it gnaws at him like an empty stomach. It never stops. It’s a bad case this time. It’s a chronic case of wanting her that has stricken you. You are convinced that you’re suffering. So you suffer.
You have the fever and are convinced that she, only she, has the cure. You know this with uncanny certainty. So you run to her.
So I run to you.
Thank you, Charlene.
Thank you, Bryan Adams.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgYbiWQztPw
by
Steven Hunley
It isn’t working out. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out. You have a license. The license makes no difference, not after the love runs out. The vows mean nothing after the love runs out. Sometimes the love just dies out instead. It was ‘til death do you part. So you’re parting.
There may be your family to think of. It makes no difference. You get edgy, impatient, and mean-spirited. You spend your days longing. You can’t get her off your mind. You decide to engineer a fight with your woman. When it works, you use the excuse to walk out on your officially certified and legal-papered woman. And you run to her.
It may be raining. Rain makes no difference. Snow will not deter you either. You’ll be with her come Hell or high water. You’ll travel untold miles and not count them, they’re nothing. You’ll talk for hours on the phone and think it’s just minutes. You’ll mail thousands of e-mails, literally thousands of e-mails. You’ll post hand-written letters and often watch for the mailman knowing he carries her replies. You search for her Wet and Wild lipstick prints on her stationary and adore them knowing her mouth is just the right size. You are hooked and you know it. A man knows when he can’t get enough; it gnaws at him like an empty stomach. It never stops. It’s a bad case this time. It’s a chronic case of wanting her that has stricken you. You are convinced that you’re suffering. So you suffer.
You have the fever and are convinced that she, only she, has the cure. You know this with uncanny certainty. So you run to her.
So I run to you.
Thank you, Charlene.
Thank you, Bryan Adams.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgYbiWQztPw