RMC

The room was hot and steamy,
miles away from home in nothing
warm, beautiful or dreamy;
chaos ensued in twisted sordid ways.

Work on and upward son
the Lord said within my chest he beated.
But the trauma was one of deceit
and I’ll never trust again in any way.

A story made from lies
of a heart full of spite and disguise
I loved her deeper than space’s sky
and left my loved ones behind.

The wrong one I chose,
Alabama on my mind maligns
the easy things easy on the eyes
can rip out your spine.

Forgetting Texas took forever
and to weather harsh weather
was a sting of my own thing
I thought I knew better.

My loves infidelity bred no jealousy,
so her knife shes tried to bury
more times than any crime;
honestly I’ll never trust again to marry.

A feather on my back
this story is not my hell
what is is one Ill never tell
to a priest, or even my inner self.