Pendragon
05-04-2011, 10:31 AM
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The Tryst
She’s fixed up her hair and makeup so precisely
Slipped on something sexy to lure him in—
She’s bathed in perfume and oh, she smells so nicely
Great expectations, she’s longing for him
But now the hours are passing so swiftly,
She pouts at her watch wondering just where he is
She carefully checks all preparations to make sure they’re classy
It just isn’t like him to make her wait like this
The watch on her wrist tells her he’s not coming
But she’s a hopeless romantic, here she goes again
She thinks about calling him, her pout turns to frowning
She wonders why angels fall in love with bad men
Suddenly the phone rings and she answers it breathlessly
It’s the hospital calling, he’s so close to death
He was in such a hurry that he drove recklessly
But he tells her he loves her with his dying breath
She gets out of bed and dresses with her mind spinning
She’s got to see him, if for one final time
Their love started with fire, who could have guessed the ending
Now she has a heartache to last for all time
The funeral is passed, she stands at his graveside
Black mourning clothes replace her sexy nightgown
She tosses a rose as tears flow from her sad eyes
Maybe love will be lucky if there’s a next time around
Pendragon
© Tuesday, March 15, 2011
The Tryst
She’s fixed up her hair and makeup so precisely
Slipped on something sexy to lure him in—
She’s bathed in perfume and oh, she smells so nicely
Great expectations, she’s longing for him
But now the hours are passing so swiftly,
She pouts at her watch wondering just where he is
She carefully checks all preparations to make sure they’re classy
It just isn’t like him to make her wait like this
The watch on her wrist tells her he’s not coming
But she’s a hopeless romantic, here she goes again
She thinks about calling him, her pout turns to frowning
She wonders why angels fall in love with bad men
Suddenly the phone rings and she answers it breathlessly
It’s the hospital calling, he’s so close to death
He was in such a hurry that he drove recklessly
But he tells her he loves her with his dying breath
She gets out of bed and dresses with her mind spinning
She’s got to see him, if for one final time
Their love started with fire, who could have guessed the ending
Now she has a heartache to last for all time
The funeral is passed, she stands at his graveside
Black mourning clothes replace her sexy nightgown
She tosses a rose as tears flow from her sad eyes
Maybe love will be lucky if there’s a next time around
Pendragon
© Tuesday, March 15, 2011