Books

Swan Song

(the un-Valentine)
Shelli Carlisle

I cannot write of tender words
Or love songs whispered sweet
I know not of impassioned love
Or yearning burning heat

But I can write of stinky feet
And breath that smells real bad
The sound of food loudly chewed
Tears and years of mad

Dirty clothes left on the floor
A ring around the bath
The lawn not mowed cause “it’s too cold”
Piles of pent up wrath

Hills of bills that can’t be paid
Vacations put on hold
Cost of living up, up, up
Gas worth more than gold

Plans and dreams forgotten
Years just slip away
Complacency takes over
Day after day after day

Anniversaries go unnoticed
Valentine’s Day too
Boredom fills the days and night
What’s a girl to do?

I guess I’ll keep on searching
For the love I crave
Someone who is romantic
Witty, smart and brave

And when I spy that perfect guy
You bet that I’ll be gone
I’ll give up everything I have
To live as Bella Swan