She Slept With Lonely

She Slept With Lonely

Waiting for her fantasy of perfect

She wouldn’t share touch or lips

She refused to dream an un perfect dream

She wouldn’t look twice at the un perfect guy

With Brown not blue eyes… Wrong height… Wrong size

So she slept with lonely… And made love to fantasy

She learned the words of rude… And lied about the truth

In the quest for creations perfection

Right education… Right situation… Right religion

So she slept with lonely… And made love to fantasy

As she ignored un perfect and walked away

She missed perfection on the perfect day

At the perfect place… At the perfect time

Mr. Right walked perfectly right by

So she slept with lonely… And made love to fantasy

They say she died… With tired lonely eyes

Looking into the perfect sunrise… As she cried the perfect cry

They say she died perfectly lonely… Holding the perfect fantasy

She Rode a Rainbow Through Hell
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy