The Smoking Gun


The Smoking Gun

No matter what I do, I'm never good enough for anybody
Makes me think I should live life like a kamikaze
My time is divided between my job, my son, my house and my creativity
Which one of these are you expecting me to give up indefinitely
Sorry I can't remember to call every time I blink
Sorry so sarcastic but what am I suppose to think
I'm just doing whatever it is I need to do
And I'm sorry I don't write it all down to give you a play through
I know you miss your son, I know how that feels more than anyone
But I am not the one who is holding the smoking gun
I've never and will never try to keep you out his life, I've never even thought about it
And the fact that you think that is purely imaginative and counterfeit
I'm just trying to do the right thing, if your curious about it just call and ask
Because my track record shows that I am always working to stay on the path

LukeCoomer ©

  • Author: LukeCoomer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 8th, 2017 09:22
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 32


  • Laura🌻

    Wow! That’s a great write!
    Emotive and heartfelt.
    I can relate to the feeling of being pulled in different directions and being told...
    not good enough...
    not doing enough...
    don’t understand...,etc.
    I’m feeling that pull these days!
    Stay on your path...
    no matter how difficult!

    • LukeCoomer

      Thanks Laura !

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