This Is Not Another Love Song

Well and it’s a winter wonderland tonight
by the light of a bright full moon but
oh no it’s more like a dagger through the
heart and a ghost from the past come home,
well and I am restless, climbing the stairs
and going from room to room, room to room
of haunted memories, I haven’t felt so sad
or unhappy since 2003, where are the reasons
for being thrown for this flip again, de ja vu…
I’ve been here before but why was I so blind
to the signs this time, I swore I would never
let you betray me again; I guess I was just
crazy to think you could change your cheating
ways and love only me, now I have come to
tearfully see, nobody really loves anybody
anymore, you were just a waste of my precious,
precious time but when you are dead and gone
I will live on and on, people will ask about you
but all I’ll have to say is that I guess you just
packed up your stuff one day out of the blue
and moved on, nobody will ever know the truth,
nobody will ever know that I shot and killed you
and threw your body over widow’s hill, down into
the dark ocean below on this cold, cold winter’s
night by the light of a bright, bright full moon,
laughing to myself, well I guess I had my revenge
in the end but now I know it wasn’t the end of
it all, for the ghost of you is back just to torment
me and drive me insane as I go climbing the stairs
down the dark halls and from room to haunted room
full of memories, well I’ve never known heart pounding
fear like I do tonight, I pray God forgive me but didn’t
you have it coming to you, I was just trying to spare
someone else the despair you put me through,
well and so it might look like a winter wonderland
tonight by the light of a bright, bright full moon
you might be dead but the ghost of you has come
home, I know it’s a fine line between love and hate
but this is more like some kinda sick and twisted fate,
yeah you might be dead now but you just won’t
leave me alone…the ghost of you has come home
and this is hell on earth for me now, I should of just
left well enough alone, oh but this never was, THIS

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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