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Jul 26, 2008
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Heartaches and Lace
Heartaches and Lace
Enter the lady, all dressed in black,
She made her choices, now it's all coming back,
But no-one will know what price she has paid.
She's mourning the innocence lost when she strayed.
Her eyes used to sparkle, her face lit with smiles.
But too many places and too many miles
Has stolen her laughter, hidden it away.
She lives with her choices, goes her own way,
Enter the lady, all dressed in black,
Her memories are churning, they keep going back
Reliving the past and her fall from grace.
A somber expression is etched on her face.
She once wore satin all covered with lace
Her make-up was a smile, the glow of her face
The sound of her laughter was music to hear.
And he was the boy that she once held dear.
Enter the lady, her thoughts going back,
To the love she once left so far in the past,
To lovely spring mornings, now gone from sight,
Wishing for words that would make things alright!
Enter the lady, all dressed in black,
Enter the lady, she can never go back.
There in the doorway, always alone.
Enter the heartache I thought was gone!
Enter the lady, all dressed in black,
She made her choices, now it's all coming back,
But no-one will know what price she has paid.
She's mourning the innocence lost when she strayed.
Her eyes used to sparkle, her face lit with smiles.
But too many places and too many miles
Has stolen her laughter, hidden it away.
She lives with her choices, goes her own way,
Enter the lady, all dressed in black,
Her memories are churning, they keep going back
Reliving the past and her fall from grace.
A somber expression is etched on her face.
She once wore satin all covered with lace
Her make-up was a smile, the glow of her face
The sound of her laughter was music to hear.
And he was the boy that she once held dear.
Enter the lady, her thoughts going back,
To the love she once left so far in the past,
To lovely spring mornings, now gone from sight,
Wishing for words that would make things alright!
Enter the lady, all dressed in black,
Enter the lady, she can never go back.
There in the doorway, always alone.
Enter the heartache I thought was gone!
— Rett, Jul 26, 2008
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Critiques
infinite_dwarf
17 years 10 months ago
Rett
Linda Moses
17 years 10 months ago
Toilet bowl blues
Barbara Writes
17 years 10 months ago
Wonderfully sad
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Since 2 in a row
easylife_2
17 years 10 months ago
nice one friend
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Thanks Easy
Barbara Writes
17 years 10 months ago
Heartache and Lace
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Thank you
Barbara Writes
17 years 10 months ago
Shock myself on this one
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Well
Barbara Writes
17 years 10 months ago
elegant description
zarul
17 years 10 months ago
enjoyed it
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Thanks Zarul
amalzamani
17 years 10 months ago
I love the title
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Thanks Amalzamani
rider68
17 years 10 months ago
Very nicely done
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Thanks Peter
tbeaudet
17 years 10 months ago
BRAVO
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Thanks Tom
Linda Moses
17 years 10 months ago
Lady
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
Thank you Linda