That Four-Lettered Word

Time to rearrange
The habits of a lifetime
Time to see that hoping
Doesn't nurture anything
Unguarded for a moment
Words ran on before her
Stupid little girl
With her stupid little dreams

And in her dreams she's sacred
To one man or another
In her dreams there's passion
To shake the neighbor's wall
Used to being at the centre
She suffers on the fringes
Now she's growing older
The phone call never comes.

So who can really blame her
When she reached for any answer
He was older - that meant wiser
In her frightened view of things.
Many hours after
All the sex came the disaster
She kissed him on the shoulder
And tried to mention love
So shivered by his answer
She wished she had misheard
So stupid to have spoken
That four-lettered word
So shivered by his answer
She wished she had misheard
So stupid to have spoken
That four-lettered word

©Stephen Baker 2003
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