His snoring is the soundtrack
of the aftermath of her latest rebuff
She needs a battery operated kind of love
Because his touch has grown too rough
It leaves her wanting
to be wanted
Although her spirit is undaunted
She still wonders if she is just haunted
by the ghosts of who they used to be
When they used to be free
Long before they were three
So while her family is sleeping
She sets her mind to wondering
About a man she met so many yesterdays
Still in her head,so he is never far away
This man who crossed a street just to say:
"I need to know your name"
It brought a smile to her face
Joy the ogre snoring next to her could never quite erase
Her heart could barely keep pace
with the mechanical friend she kept in place
of The prince who was displaced
Once the ruler of the kingdom of her heart
Now just an ogre she can't embrace
Though his pungent body odor
was not the reason why their love turned so mediocre
Her thoughts turn to the man she met
while off to work one day
Who stopped her just to say
I need to know your name
She told him with a smile
then walked with him for a while
When she complimented his style
He asked for her number
And she began to wonder
Why he hadn't asked about her ring
And why her desire for him not to felt so troubling
She held it up for him to see
That she was anything but free
Then she watched the smile on his face die so easily
Now every night passes like the turning of a century