Playing House

 

 

I have done your laundry Folding it all exact. I have made dinner, too And a home so intact. I made a bed of down Where the feathers swarm To lay your head upon And make you feel warm. So, off to work you went And far away you’d go, While I would wait for you Gazing at the snow. You would come back to A vanilla scented home. Still you would to complain, So sure that I would roam. And, I have spent many hours, Often tinted blue, Trying to make you trust me And see that I was true. But you still can’t understand And I am tired of wondering why. So now my plane is leaving. Its time for me to say goodbye.