Fool me once, it’s on me
It was just an any old kind of day.
The kind that comes & slips away.
The kind that fills up easy my lifetime.
I was thinking I’m not so smart.
I wouldn’t have this broken heart.
If I only stopped it at the right time.
She came on like a burst of fresh air.
The smell of Lavender in her hair.
Something totally new to this shy guy.
She woke up emotions deep inside.
My heart went along for the ride.
It melted when she called me “My guy.”
Gradually, one thing led to another.
Then I introduced her to my brother.
Something I knew I shouldn’t have done.
It seems it was hardly any time
she was saying that “He was mine.”
That put an end to me being ‘the one.’
Brotherly love only goes so far.
It was too late to raise the bar.
He no longer comes around .
If he did, I might just snap.
Built up anger is where I’m at.
Brotherly love can no longer be found.
So, it’s just an any old kind of day.
The kind that comes & slips away.
The kind that fills up easy my lifetime.
I’ll suffer with a broken heart.
The next time I will be smart.
being such a sap is quite a crime.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)