My Heart Slipped On A Puddle of Love

I was listening to a mixture of country western love songs and John Michael Montgomery's 'I Love the Way You Love Me' and this and another one came to me... though the other one is a song actually.

My Heart Slipped On A Puddle of Love

I think I got myself into one big muddle
When my heart saw you and slipped on a puddle
I love the glitter in your eyes
The way your hands fit just up above my thighs

Boy, you have me in a mess
My heart saw you and now I feel blessed
The touch of your hand
Baby, ain’t this so grand

I feel sick, I feel great
My heart saw you and knew we were fate
Dancing in the moonlight
Damn, this is just almost a little too right

Baby, I just gotta speak of
My heart saw you and slipped on a puddle of love
And head over heels I went
Loving the way you’re loving me, my exes can get bent

Oh yes, it’s true
My heart slipped on a puddle of love and it saw you
Now we’re in a giant tangle
One the floor, let’s hope we don’t get strangled


Also, while thinking about lovers and divorces, I wrote another one about one very determined couple. (Dedicated in part to my sister and her husband, making it almost eight years!)

No Such Word As 'Divorce' In This Dictionary

There’s lovers who’ve tried,
Lovers who lied,
Then there’s lovers who just don’t give up
Divorce isn’t cheap and it sure ain’t pretty,
But like or not we’ll lift our marriage up

There’s no such word as ‘divorce’ in this dictionary
It don’t come before ‘father’ or after ‘canary’
We have the love
We sure know trust
There’s no such word as ‘divorce’ in this dictionary

All those people that act like they can’t fix it,
They could,
They’re just not like us
People are too willing to give up the trust

He said, she said,
Take all of our problems,
Sweep ‘em under the bed
While we make love….

And there’s no such word as ‘divorce’ in our dictionary
It don’t come before 'father' or after ‘canary’
We have the love
We sure know trust
And there’s no such word and ‘divorce’ in our dictionary

Invisible

Felt a poem coming on while listening to Iris by Goo Goo Dolls. Something funny I remember saying to a friend about all the times I've felt a poem coming and then been disappointed and frustrated when I only managed to stare at a blank paper for two whole hours.

"Being a poet is much like having bowel problems. You know you have to use the bathroom. But once you're there on your stone throne, nothing comes until you leave... then you're even worse off."

Only Invisible

I don't want the world to see me.
You know that they won't understand.

Everyone only tells me how life's so great,
Yeah, my plans must be grand.

If every time I reach for the stars,
My steady hands just get swatted down.

If every time I reach for a heart,
My hand gets pushed away with his frown.

I start to wonder where did I go wrong.
I can only blame my failures on myself.

But as soon as I see I was right all along,
I can see all my memories crumbling on their shelf.

Is there a 'forward' to look to?
My past is in shambles.

I wish I was only invisible.
Maybe then I wouldn't have to listen to everyone around me ramble.

Oh, I wish I was only invisible.
So that I could float away.

I could be moving.
I could be ethereal.

I wish I was only invisible,
To become what I can't be.

I keep walking, I'll keep on a thousand paces more.
Until my feet are too tired.

I'll keep searching for a heart that doesn't reject.
Maybe I'll be baptised by fire.

I can only keep going until I find my stars.
Until I find my heart.

Then, I will only be invisible.
I'll be ready to fly far.

I'll only be invisible,
Except to hearts and hands that understand.