She was married, I wasn’t
Each nite we talked on the phone
She tried keeping a secrete from me
The fact she was living N a broken home

One day she came over
I thought it was time we had a talk
So what about that man at home
I told him, he had 2 walk
If he choose not 2 leave
I’ll pack my things and go
The only thing standing between us
Is a closed unlocked door

Now B4 she left 2 go home
From my glass of wine she took a sip
I need 2 get away soon
Y don’t U and I take a trip
We went 2 the lake
We sat comfortably under the stars
I let her know that the problem she had at home
Well 4 every effect, there’s a cause

A divorce would B easy
But he’s decided 2 fight it N court
The things that we R doing
I’ve heard nothing of a sort
He wanted all she had
Never thought she may B hurt
If he thought he had it on her
On him she had just as much dirt


He went N2 court blind
Thought he had the upper hand
He thought she was bluffing
So he put her on the witness stand
She looks at him and smiled
As a stranger entered the back of the courtroom
As he made eye contact, he saw defeat, it would all B over soon
The chance he had
He knew he had just blew it
She winked as she left the witness stand
Whispered sexy N his ear, thats my story and I’m sticking too it

Copyright © 2006 Trent Brooks http://www.realitypoetry.com