Poem Trees and the Purple K.O-K.O Nut: A Collection of Poems

By Sheri Lynn Pritchett

In this first time published book, Sheri shares and bares her soul, writing about her dreams, family, love, despair, cheaters, marriage, lost hope, hope, sex, faith, honesty, humor, and life in general. Most of this poetry was created through her sense of deep rooted pains. She falls in and out of love with an old flame from 26 years ago. Her "soul mate" and "best friend" is currently married and she goes through "struggles" as noted in her poetry.
Sheri Lynn Pritchett in her debut, brings to life in her words, her quirky perceptions with a unique ability, and passion. For any adult who loves what she considers, "outsider" poetry, this book will make you laugh, cry or both, as she depicts life through the eyes of poetry.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 31, 2009
• ISBN: 9781469119472

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POEM TREES

AND

THE PURPLE

K.O—K.O NUT

A Collection Of Poems

Sheri Lynn Pritchett

Copyright © 2009 by Sheri Lynn Pritchett.

ISBN:                    Softcover                    978-1-4415-3443-9

ISBN:                    Ebook                         978-1-4691-1947-2

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Contents

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

INTRODUCTION

PROLOGUE

CHARACTERISTICS OF

A WRITER

REMEMBER

HOOKED

AMERICAN DREAM

TRY

A CLUE

HIS COLORS

LOST

HE SAID—I SAID

I THINK

BELIEVE

HISTORY

NOT EVERY POEM

DAILY POEM

HE IS

THOUGHTS OF

SHER~IN THE AIR~

A SILENT HELL

WANTED

ELEMENTAL HIGH SCHOOL

THE WIND

WAS HE?

I WISH

REALIST

TIME

A PROMISE

E=MC2

IT DOES NOT MATTER

I THOUGHT

WHAT AM I TO YOU?

JUST KNOW

JUST KNOW PART II

NELLY

RAG TAGGING

BOGUS

TO BE PINK

REWOUND

MY TRAIN

TO ENVY

TO SUMMER

TO THINK

TO FANTASY

ID THIS

OUT OF COMPETION

WITHOUT

PURPLE HOUSES

HIS SUNSHINE

A LONG POEM

WHATEVER

WHO CARES AGAIN

HE RUINED IT

OUT OF MY HEAD

UN-NERVED

ONE DAY OF HOPE

I THOUGHT WRONG

PROTECTING

MY GOLDEN KEY

THINK OF ME

CHASTE OR CHEAT?

HE IGNORES ME

NEVER ENDING

HURTS

WILDFLOWER

DREAMS

PANGS

LAST POEM B 4 REJECTION

HIS ID

TO CHEATIN WIVES

FREE PASS

MY EASY BAKE OVEN

TO THE PRIVLEDGED

GIVE THE BEST!!!

DESERVE

WAIT AND SEE

THE HOSE-WIFE

THAT SWELL GAL

GOLDEN CHEATS

FRUSTRATED

HOW IT FEELS

LIARS

A WRAP

INCONSIDERATE CONSIDERATIONS

FAKE DATE

THE MASTER

SOLITARY WAR

GO AHEAD

HIS TREASURE

SOMEDAY I WILL

I REMAIN

DREAMS OF KINGS

MY NERVES

FLAP JACKS

JUST ONE TIME!

GOOD MORNING

SAVANTLY

PLEASE FORGIVE

LOYAL LYON

THE STEED

LONELY N WEAK

KEEP ON

MARRIED PEOPLE

MIA WIFE

WHO CARES?

HAVE FUN

NOT THE WINNER

NOT CHARMED

LETTING GO

BEING TOO GOOD

HER MONEY TREE

MY BOOK

THE RADIO STATION

THE MOP

TO NOT BELONG

BLIND SIGHTED

NO MORE

WAR OR PEACE

WE R WE

SORRY!

SEEK

NOTHING

NO LOVE!

ARTISTIC

PUMPKINS

THE FENCE

NO ONE

I’M LIKE

LOVE IS GONE

HAUNTED

I THOUGHT WRONG

HE WILL MISS ME

NOTHING TO SAVE

MISSIN ANDY

NO IDEA

To Andy

CHEATERS R

CHEATIN MARRIEDS

BETWEEN US

WHAT HE SEES

THE TEMPEST

SAD 2 BE HAPPY

MISSIN DIXIE

KIND OF FUNNY

LOVE WAS

HALLO WEAN

THINKIN~

NO SEA OF LOVE

HE WAS

A LITTLE WISDOM

OVER THE TOP

SUNK

MISS ME

ROTTEN PEACH

SHOES THAT SHINE

NOT AGAIN

I GIVE UP

A BALLOON LIFE

A BROKE EGG

A THOUSAND DREAMS

A FUTURE STAR

VIBERATING WORDS

SICK FROM LOVE FLU

EMOTIONAL AFFAIR

TIRED OF CHEATS

KEEP HER

MY VOTE

A COLORFUL DREAM

FAKED FOOLS

RAN

TAKE CARE OF HIM

AM I DONE

STILL MAD 4 HIM

BEAUTIFUL UGLY

GONE

MEET AND GREET ME

BOBBY

UNLEASHED

TAKE THEM

LET’S TALK

LAST WORDS

IMPRESSED

SIILENCE

KING JAMES

MY ANDY~

IT’S OVER

HE LEFT ME

SPIRAL STAIRCASE

MY NOTEBOOKS

BOOTEE CALL TOO

NO FRIEND

STOP

LAST LOOK

REDEEMING

VENUS VAIN VEGAS

REMEMBER ME

WAKE ME UP

SATISFIED

SOME REASON

WHAT HE LOVES

EYES OPEN

MY COMPANY

VIVA

LIED

SOILED

VE FUN

WHOOPEE

NO JOY

GLAD

READ THIS POEM

JUST WONDERING

GOOD GRIEF

FAKE FRIEND

WHAT HAPPEND

DARK TO LIGHT

AFTERWORD

Dedication:

This book is first and foremost dedicated to my wonderful and beautiful son Cole. He is my reason for reasoning and I consider him to be my greatest production! I am so proud of him and they way he turned out being raised by me, a single parent. Now a grown up adult, he will always be my rock, my light, my true happiness. Without him, this book would not have existed. It is with his encouragement and belief in me and my creative writing, that this book has came to fruition. I owe him my complete gratitude.

To my family, I give my unconditional love and hope they will be proud of me.

To my friends, those past and present, the ones who were there through thick and thin, this book is for you.

To all of those who never believed in me, without you, this book may never have been. It is for them that I show my compassion.

To those who love me . . . I hope you will enjoy reading my poetry, the good and the bad…

To my Ancestors and my family beyond earth… Without them, I would not be here to write. I thank them all.

To my future descendants beyond my existence, I hope they can find a part of me someday in my writings and this book. I dedicate this with best wishes to them in all future endeavors.

To my country, the United States of America, thanks for freedom of expression, and the opportunity to become whatever we choose to be. I choose to be a Creative Writer/Poet.

To my God, thank you for keeping me safe, and being there when I felt like I had no one!

To Mother Nature, may she someday enjoy peace on Earth.

To love and compassion, may it find us all and remain ever last.

Mostly, I dedicate this book to my readers and lovers of poetry.

I hope they will enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing . . .

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

There are numerous ancestors I would like to acknowledge. Without finding them, I may not have had the courage to write this book. I spent years tracing them and found many of my distant cousins that were authors. And because of discovering them and my history, I in turn found myself. It is through those ties, that tree, my heritage, that I exist. I can only look up to them. They deserve to be mentioned.:

Stephen Crane, who wrote, The Red Badge Of Courage, Clement Moore a poet known for his poem, Night Before Christmas, Oliver Wendell Holmes, known for his poem, Old Ironsides, Louisa May Alcott, known for her best loved novels, Little Women and Little Men, Robert Louis Stevenson, who penned Treasure Island, D.H. Lawrence, the controversial novelist of Women in Love and Sons and Lovers, Lucy Maud Montgomery, known for her series of novels, Anne of Green Gables, James Matthew Barrie, who wrote the stories of Peter Pan and The Lost Boys, Sir Walter Scott, who penned the classics Ivanhoe, Rob Roy, and The Lady of the Lake, Robert Penn Warren, poet and novelist who wrote All the King’s Men, Alfred Lord Tennyson, the English classical poet, Alexandre Dumas, the French writer known for the works, The Count of Monte Cristo, Edgar Lee Masters, the author of many biographies, books of poetry, plays and novels. His most famous work is Spoon River Anthology, Ralph Waldo Emerson, American author, poet, and philosopher, Jane Austin known for her prolific novels that include, Pride and Prejudice and Emma, Agatha Christie, the well known mystery writer, Eric Arthur Blair also known as George Orwell whose works include "1984", Animal Farm, and Down and Out in Paris and London, Mary Anne Evans, who wrote under the male pen name George Eliot, her most famous works was Middlemarch, William Sydney Porter, known as O Henry, and his clever surprised endings, and Rudyard Kipling, known for The Jungle Book.

Other colorful distant cousins known as famous or infamous from my heritage worth a mention in no certain order, include, Mae West, George Eastman, Frank Lloyd Wright, Spencer Tracy, Richard Milhous Nixon, Mary Todd Lincoln, Marlon Brando, Shirley Temple, James Stewart, Theodore Teddy Roosevelt, Margaret I of Denmark, John Morton, Doc Holiday, Sam Bass, John Wesley Hardin, James Butler Wild Bill Hickok, John Parker, Ida Saxton McKinley, Edward Rutledge, John Milton Cage, Winslow Homer, Sir Frederick Grant Banting, Johannes Vermeer, Frances Folsom Cleveland, Caesar Rodney, Sir Arthur John Evans, Cary Grant, Lillian Gish, Elizabeth Kortright Monroe, Humphrey DeForest Bogart, Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis, Gerald Rudolph Ford, Orville and Wilbur Wright, Audrey Hepburn, Lyndon B. Johnson, William Williams, Davy Crockett, Mary Baker Eddy, Ronald Wilson Reagan, Robert Treat Paine, Norman Rockwell, George Ross, Raymond Hart Massey, Elizabeth Wallace Truman, Eugèène Delacroix, Wernher Von Braun, & Roger Sherman.

I would like to acknowledge those who are known personally to me and loved, including, my parents, my son, nephew, my sister and her husband.

I would also like to acknowlege Bobby. No matter what the future holds, it is in my weakness for him that came my strength for this book. Thank you.

I can not forget my paternal grandparents, Alice and Elmer Pritchett, who by their presence in my life made an immeasurable immpression upon me. They are gone but are always thought of and missed. My grandmother taught me compassion, and was the most patient woman, I have had the pleasure to experience. She was accepting and kind to all. She was everybody’s Gram. For my grandfather Elmer, who died when I was nine, from Alzheimer’s, and a broken hip, he was my reason for poetry as well as my best friend as a child. My memories, and love for him, will always remain. I want to acknowledge my maternal grandparent Edwin Howard Orr, who had such a spirit and enjoyment for life. He was a Pioneer Aviator, and his best memory as a child was watching Charles Lindburgh, fly over his Uncle Swaney’s airfield, tipping his Air Plane wings for my grandfather. He loved photography, and music, and planes. He was a mogul, in his own rite. He never knew a stranger and was admired by all that knew him, poor or rich. He sucummed from the horrible Alzheimer’s disease also. It is his uniqueness that I hope I have incorporated into my own life.

And my book would not be complete if I did not mention his wife, my grandmother Alberta, who, thank God is still with us. She is a driving force in our family. I very much enjoy our conversations.

All my great grandparents I want to acknowledge. I will always remember Oda, with great fan-fare and admiration. She loved singing, and always in my presence showed me utter joy and happiness. I only wish I could have known her husband, my great grandfather Lucas Archer, who passed when my gram was little. He was half American Indian and half Irish. With his dark hair and black colored eyes, I imagine he was striking! His father Jocephus fought in the Civil War with the 20th Regiment, in Ohio. He joined at the tender age of fifteen, and marched in all the way to the sea! When he returned, he became a Veternarian, as his love for animals and horses was immense. He wrote his own Obituary before his death, with the utmost words of grace and beauty in recalling his life. His favorite memory was when the war ended and he was in the Parade and marched right by his President, Abraham Lincoln.

And I would be amiss not to mention Andrew, who was my first love. Without him growing up, I do not know… He was there for me and helped me through difficulties, just as he does currently, though not as often! I remember him with fondness and many memories. I hope that we will always remain friends.

I want to acknowledge my Step-father who died in 2004. I have many great memories and had lots of fun times with him and my mother. He taught me to drive, and how to read the stocks in The Wall Street Journal. I will always remember and miss our political discussions at the dinner table. We never had a meal without government issues and the impact it carried on current events. We were a family that reverently, with fervor discussed politics and at times, religion at our table. I thank him for instilling his work ethics upon us. He was a man of his words and delighted when President Regan held office. He was a staunch Republican always, even when I was a Bill Clinton supporter. My Step-father, as well as my mom will always hold a special place in my heart.

I want to acknowledge the teachers of my past and my fellow class-mates… One of my classmates was Daniel Johnston, who now resides in Texas, known for his art and music . . . Thanks for sharing.

I want to acknowledge Arkansas, and their people. I lived there for 4 or 5 years and have to say that Arkansans have the best South Western food as well as a beautiful state. I miss the people and their hospitality and wish one day to return for a visit.

And I want to acknowledge Elvis Presley, who was related some how to the Pritchett namesake. I used to pretend as a child that he was my father! I wish he was alive; However he does live through his music, and his family.

Oh, and Johnny Carson, my favorite all time talk show host… I thank him for his humor, and keeping me so interested. Between him and Tom Snyder, I went to high school very sleepy. Both to me icons, and missed.

I want to acknowledge my Tri-State (Ohio, West Virginia, and Pennsylvania) in which I currently reside. That tip of the West Virginia Pan Handle, (Chester) in which I grew up, is one of my favorite spots. There, one can find, The World’s Largest Teapot, as well as some beautiful people, pottery and terrain.

I must acknowledge Angelo, my publishing consultant. He has encouraged me when I have discouraged myself. Thanks for all of your help, insight and positivism.

This poetry encompasses one year of my thoughts and life, good and not so good. Please, do not believe all that is read. A lot is made up as well as much is truth. I hope this book stands up to its expectations.

I want to also acknowledge my submissions consultant, thank you for your help and laughing with me.

And the cover art of my book was done by my cousin Jason Pucci. Thanks, Jason, I love my purple coconut!

I want to acknowledge my future partner or husband, whoever that might be. Good Luck!

Lastly, I would like to acknowledge my extended family. All of these branches helped form my tree. I thank them all.

INTRODUCTION

This book has been a long sought by me as well as fought. It has been fun and at times difficult to write. This collection of poetry encompasses a little more then a year of my life and works. But my poetry began when I was nine years old. I started writing after I witnessed my play-mate, my childhood friend, my grandfather fall into his television. I watched as he lay there writhing in pain from a broken hip. He never did get back up. I cherished him as a child, and when he left us, my gram bought me a diary to write in. That diary became my proudest possession. In there, I wrote about my little life. Out of my sadness from loosing my grandfather came my words, my poetry. I have been a writer ever since. I never published any works because for many reasons, I fear rejection.

Thus, I took my writing as a hobby for which I would indulge. It was not until, I lost my job on eBay, as a Power Seller, that I held for over ten years, that I began to rethink my writing ways. I fully intended to be discovered one day, but not until I was long gone from this earth. Now, I am delighted to produce my first book with nothing but fear of fear from myself! As much as I believed I have talent in the writers capacity, I was afraid to show my works.

In order to get some feeling for my poetry, I would like to give the reader a brief back round of my life. I grew up mainly without my father around. My mom and dad divorced when I was two years old. I, at times lived with my paternal grandparents and a single working mother. And at times I was left to raise myself, so to speak. I was rambunctious and did what I liked. When I was only twelve or thirteen, I had a boyfriend that lasted on and off throughout school and some college years. Then in college, I was mandated for an internship in radio or television, for one summer. Being the laze fare person, I at times am, opted for a local radio station that was in my area. It was there that I thought I met this soul mate. I was so inclined in thought. I thought he would think the same. I encouraged him to move beyond being local to main stream. I even had the station picked out! He went and was hired on the spot and was one of the younger announcers at the age of twenty-six. I wanted to celebrate. I thought he would ask me out, we would date and get married. Simple as that, but I was only twenty. He told me I was too young to take out, but he did kiss me one time at the station. After my internship, a girl from high-school went to the station, to sell candy bars. He must have been enamored with her as he dated and subsequently married. I was filled with utter sadness. When I found out he was dating a younger then me gal, I could not go back on campus to live my Senior year. I commuted one semester then moved near campus and lived around my Middle East friends that I went to school with. I tried hard to get him out of my mind, but could not. After I graduated, I thought if I found a nice looking guy to date, maybe I could make him jealous and he would break up with his then girlfriend. Nothing worked, I met a good looking man, became pregnant, got married and had my beautiful son. We separated when my son was five months old.

Then one day, this man of my dreams, knocked on my door. His wife had left him.

It was then that we began to become intimate. We lasted for three or four years, then something happened in my life, I choose not to share. It was profound and I quit seeing him out of my love for him. We were pretty much finished except for a few stolen times when he came around. By then he was married for the second time and had a beautiful son. I gave up all hope of him and married, a second time. I moved to Arkansas with my second husband and lived there for four years. Things did not work out, and we divorced. I moved back home. My soul mate friend was the first person I called. He told me he was divorced. I was thrilled, thinking, for once we can have a chance to be together. I liked listening to him on the radio, and one day heard him talking about his wife! I confronted him and he said they just lived together, then fussed up. He was married. I went on my sad way, calling him every now and then through the years.

It was not until I found out that his third wife cheated on him as did the other two, that I became obsessed over cheats and him. I always regretted that he never took me out on a date, but we once had great love if you know what I mean.

I began sharing my poetry with him. Being that he is in a media market, I thought, if I have his stamp of approval, then that was all I needed. I became a bit out of hand with my writings and despite how I felt he once treated me, fell in love with him again and again.

He is a man I seem to not get enough of. And he sure gets enough of me, as seen through the eyes of my poetry.

The dichotomy of it all, is that as much as I have beat up cheats in my rhyming, I myself was in love with a married man! I can tell my readers that I will always protect him, and will never divulge who he is, unless he chooses me to do so. And if he is nothing more to me then a friend in the end all will be fine in my life. I can live with that.

Please enjoy this poetry, I hope to share with my readers, my soul spirit, my humor, the good things in my life as well as pain.

In this book, I shall remain,

Yours~

PROLOGUE

In some relationships I believe in the saying that there is a fine line between love and hate. I was in love but hated being used. And sometimes as joyful as love can be, it can be of such profound hurt that can permeate a soul. That was my plight. I had joy and utter hurtful sadness, but I loved anyway. Things did not turn out as I had hoped for, dreamed of, prayed for and wished. I became in a downward spiral, and spiraled out of control, when my soul mate, no longer spoke to me. I thought we would be if nothing else friends for life. I called him one morning, on his way to work, to let him know, I started this book and was on page 15 . . . I was quite pleased with myself. However prior to my call, he had asked me not to call so often. I had become to depend on him emotionally. So when I told him I had finally started my book, he said, "That’s great, now do not call me for a while… I sobbed that he would treat me in such a manner when I was being joyous! Apparently, he had wanted to reconcile with his cheating wife, unannounced to me. I wore my heart on my shirt, and he knew I loved him like no other could ever.

I would have been satisfied to remain friends. I only wished he had been honest with me and not lead me on or astray, so to speak. When he quit talking to me all together, my mind drifted in many directions. I did not know if he was finished with me forever, or if he had exposed me to his wife. I was on pins and needles to find out what was going through his head. Thus I called, over and over leaving message after message in my Lucille Ball, manner. I thought for sure he would pick up the phone and we would settle our scores or differences. He had never denied me a conversation in 26 years!

So, I became a terrible pest, with a thousand thoughts. I was afraid for the first time in my life of actually loosing this person for good. Well, that is what happened. He let his wife pick up the phone, on one of my many calls. She wanted to know if I was the one calling her husband all of the time. I told her yes, that is me! She said, I’ve known about you since Disney World. I just let you email and talk to him because I felt sorry for you. Then she said to me, You are a liar, and you were nothing but a bootee call for my husband. She said that all he wanted was my attention, because she had cheated and he got that from me, things were fine between them, and he needed me no more! Then she went onto to tell me she was not a jealous person, and that when they go to church, the women fawn over him, some were bootee calls just like me. She said she did not blame me for feeling the way I did, and she also was used for bootee calls in college!

I cried, he was my friend forever it seemed and that when my son was born 22 years ago, he was the first person I called. I told her, I was in love with him and always have been off and on since we met! She said he was free to leave if he so chose. Then, I said, he will not leave and that he is only there for the children. I knew things he had told me about her and I unkindly reiterated a few of those things to her. I was mean and told her the truth that he told me she was not very good in the sack! She said, That’s not what he told me last night. And then she divulged that she went to Vegas with him . . . Well that did it for me because he told me he would never take her anywhere without the kids. Plus he told me he was going to Vegas for business to do some television work for the Las Vegas Gaming Commission. After I found out that I was lied to and betrayed, I was so distraught. The very worst of it all was that he let her read my personal email to him. I am very prolific and wrote to him a thousand times or more during a two year span. He kept all of my writings as if they were wrote to hang myself with. I asked him many times over to destroy all of my works. He would tell me he’d take care of it, but never did. I was degraded by him further when he cancelled his phone number so that we may not ever talk again. I do not blame in some ways for doing that because by that time I was so pissed off, vehemently angry, I left him a screaming crying message and called him Judas!

So that is where this book ends, with me loosing a friend who I loved with every bone in my body in spite of being used! Oh, his wife did thank me for the idea which provided them with a great, fantastic, living.

It is my wish to one day possibly make amends. However, at this point in both of our lives, I think it would be best to leave well enough alone. I guess I’ll see how it all turns out in the end. Sometimes it’s difficult for others to deal with the whims of a creative writer.

His wife also asked me, if that was all I had to do was sit around and write, as if it is the worst thing in the world! I told her I was writing a poetry book and told her my title of my book. I told her my writing is my work. After all, she should know that her husband makes a living from his mouth, all with his voice. I see not much difference!

The end of any book is hard to finish if being read or wrote. If it is good, no one wants it to end. This is how I feel about this book. In afterthought, I have included some more poetry to enjoy or I hope to be enjoyed by my readers. I wrote as much for me as I did for you. And I hope this to be my first book of many to come. Thank you for reading~

It is my wish to have pleasured you, the reader.

With the best in positive thoughts, I remain again,

Yours~

CHARACTERISTICS OF

A WRITER

A writer likes to observe~

Take in reality, make it curve.

A writer has the right to write memories and thoughts~

Those good and bad, those wished forgot.

A writer is a natural, all though it can be taught.

A writer can produce excitement, creating scenes too hot.

A writer likes to pretend~

And can live in fantasy land…

A writer lives in a world surrounded by the norm.

A writer can feel out of place, or be the cause of an imperfect storm.

A writer always thinks, sometimes way too much~

And sometimes a writer can be a little out of touch.

Some people might like to say, that writer’s out to lunch.

A writer can be sensitive, at times to the extreme~

And comments in defense can produce words really mean.

A writer is curious, more than George the monkey . . .

And has to write to feed the soul, should care less about the money.

A writer needs to be empowered by the universe~

To create rhythm, and romance and write in verse.

A writer has the ability to wear many colorful hats~

Writing words of fiction, and can mix them with facts.

A writer tells a story, playing words to spin a good tale.

A writer can produce a book to publish… up for sale~

REMEMBER

Remember when we met?

I’ll never forget . . .

That summer of 83’

Being single and care free.

I was only 20.

Remember the music played?

And I pleaded for a date?

I wanted to meet my soul mate.

He turned me away~

I was obsessed I have to say~

And I didn’t blame him anyway.

After I left the radio station, I was so sad.

I couldn’t live on campus, it was that bad.

I stayed home a semester, hoping he’d change his mind~

Instead, another girl he did find.

So, I went back to college~

Seeking Seniors knowledge.

But I never got him out of my head~

Even after I wed.

I had a baby~

I still thought maybe~

We will meet again.

And then~

One divorced day he came my way.

Remember making out on the living room floor?

It made me want him even more.

Remember, we lasted for three years~

Then came my worst of fears.

I lost him, my love, my friend.

I still had love to send.

Then in 93’ he came and danced for me.

He was so pleasing, teasing my soul.

In the end, we had other goals.

I didn’t think things would be the same~

But I wanted to play this game.

I met another, so did he.

We wed others and let it be.

I left and moved to Arkansas, so far away~