AR (3/18/1979 / San Jose', California)

Better Left Unsaid

Hey sweet babies
Again you're asleep as I come in
Not awake to ask where I'm at
Not awake to ask where I've been

I'm doing what I wasn't allowed before
But I'm still getting my business done
Who says you have to hate your job
I enjoy talking and having fun

I love and want to work
I have to and want to play
I need and want good sex
I want more time in a day

But working so often
I really miss you guys
But when you sleep I sneak away
Escaping all fights and lies

You're all in different stages
And you just can't get along
I completely understand sometimes
Other times I think it's wrong

When all of you grow up some
You'll understand why I can't cope
Why it is that I drink
Why it is I do dope

But you don't know about the latter
I'll keep that dirty part in my head
I'd never lie if asked by anyone
But some things are better left unsaid.

8/3/2006

by Angelique' Rockwell

Comments (2)

I love this one! I don't know how I've skipped by it all this time! I can almost picture you writing this and I can def' feel what you were going through when you wrote it! love you!
I just have to say I love this poem especially the last two lines. again beautiful poem thank you for sharing.