Tag: lyrical

Here’s to the Gambler

He taught me to hold’em.
Scolded me for fold’in.
We knew how to walk away
and knew where to run.
It wasn’t bout the money
while drinking at the table.
It’s just the Rookie and the Gambler
when all was said and done.


A tribute to Kenny Rogers.

I was going to try and write a spin-off to his song, ‘The Gambler’ but decided against it because I didn’t want to ruin this great piece.

To who she’s with now

Forgive me
I may have said things.
It’s not how it should be
but I pushed you away.
With nothing,
I’m only drowning
in my reality.
So, I have this to say,

“To the one in her arms
tell her you love her.
When you make a promise,
promise to keep it forever.
I know it’s common sense.
She can get pretty angry
but she’s a big softy.
When she wakes in the mornings,
she’s a fan of kisses and coffee.
Why am I telling you this?
It’s because she deserves better
than my played out lyrics.”

 

Her Vows

I’m a bit nervous writing this today,
confessing the words I know I can’t say.
So, if you don’t mind
I’d like to take the time
to say what isn’t mine.

“I’ve loved you forever—
I always have.
We have more than enough love to last.
And look at you now…
You’re my Prince Charming, my kind-kindred soul”
Seeing you happy, I’m losing it all.
So please don’t be mad if you found this out—
that I’m the one writing her vows.

I wish I can tell you, “You look great in white.”
and how much it hurts me with her at your side.
Her hand on your ring
I whisper silently
the words that came from me…

“I’ve loved you forever—
I always have.
We have more than enough love to last.
And look at you now…
You’re my Prince Charming, my kind-kindred soul”
Seeing you happy, I’m losing it all.
So please don’t be mad if you found this out—
that I’m the one writing her vows.

When it’s all over, I’d like the chance
to have and to hold you in one last dance.
Swaying in starlight,
you lean in and I can see it in your eyes
telling me, “I’ve always loved the way you write.”

“I’ve loved you forever—
I always have.
We have more than enough love to last.
And look at you now…
You’re my Prince Charming, my kind-kindred soul”
Seeing you happy, I’m losing it all.
So please don’t be mad if you found this out—
that I’m the one writing her vows.





Just Not Ready

I take pen to paper and say the words I didn’t.
Even while editing my mistakes, I can’t show any commitment.
Instead, I stare at what I have—
like watching grains fall from an hourglass.

I’m not ready,
I’m just not ready—
ready for another love story.

Outline after outline,
I am not yet satisfied with it being just “All right.
Like a writer’s block I can’t dispel,
the words are there! But I can’t tell…

I’m not ready
I’m just not ready—
ready for another love story.

Flawed are the characters with little subplots.
Focusing on mine, I never gave yours any thought.
We were supposed to fill these pages
but somewhere, my character never adapted to the situations. 

I’m not ready
I’m just not ready—
ready for another love story.

Writing with no muse, I guess I’ll just call it a day
rehearsing the words I never did say,
May the moon and stars watch over you.
Find the love you deserve. It’s what your character would do.

I’m not ready.
Sorry,
I’m just not ready—
ready for another love story.