Divorce Hors d'oeuvre

Written with an intentional twinge of twang for ...

ID: 598781   (Rated: 13+) COUNTRY MUSIC LOVERS FORUM  Come share a twang of the old guitar and enjoy some country/western memories! by Countrymom- Spirit of '76

Sitting at our kitchen table, staring into space,
Sipping coffee, blindly watching the sunset embrace
Another lonely ending to another lonely day,
Weaving through the tangled threads of life in disarray.

The sky mirrors the colors of my bruised heart and soul,
And the memories of us are fragments of darkest coal.
No embers left to fan and warm me through the night,
Only flaring tempers after yet another fight.

Turn the radio on and let that country music take me back
To ‘nother time and place before my world turned black…
Holding hands and stealing kisses on a summer’s eve
Gazing into starry eyes I trusted and believed…
Oh, to once more be so innocent and so naïve.

Twisting 14-karat circle of love you promised me
As we joined our hearts in front of friends and family.
Didn’t take you long to tarnish dreams and band of gold,
As to the devil our hope and life together you done sold.

You said I changed. Perhaps I did, once I could see
Beyond rose-colored glasses and the fool you made of me.
My ears still burn, eyes still weep from phone calls overheard.
You whispering sweet nothings, her giggling at your words.

Turn the radio on and let that country music take me back
To ‘nother time and place before my world turned black…
Holding hands and stealing kisses on a summer’s eve
Gazing into starry eyes I trusted and believed…
Oh, to once more be so innocent and so naïve.

Tomorrow morn the papers will be shuffled and served;
Your morning wake up call for divorce hors d'oeuvre.
And, after you have signed your name on the red x’d line,
This kitchen table, drenched in tears, and chairs will be mine.

You made your bed, so sleep in it. Oh, ours will be mine, too;
I’ll try to find time to send you and her a penned thank you.
I may not be rich in love, only material things,
Yet, just a small down payment for your wild, lustful flings.

Turn the radio on and let that country music take me back
To ‘nother time and place before my world turned black…
Holding hands and stealing kisses on a summer’s eve
Gazing into starry eyes I trusted and believed…
Oh, to once more be so innocent and so naïve.

Yes, to once more be so innocent and so naïve.