Lines Poem by bob barci

Lines.
Lines.
Lines.
Didn't want you hangin' on as you did.
Didn't want you hangin' around as long as you did.
So I fed you lines
and you ate 'em all up.
Lines.
Lines.
Lines.
Feedin' you lines
that you're eating up like crazy.

Years ago we said hello.
Two people who got along well together.
A friendship grew
and that's all it was.
Soon I placed my head on your pillow.
And from that moment on
you insisted I was your lover.
I insisted that you were still just a friend.
You had everyone believing we were an item.
You couldn’t wait for me to ask that question.
You were livin' in a fantasy
that got out of control.
No matter how I tried,
you just refused to believe
that I wanted anything to do with you
outside the friendship I thought we had.
But you went right on pushin' and pushin',
impatiently waiting for the day
we'd meet at the church.
Something just had to break.
And it did, with a letter you wrote
tellin' of a love affair
that was all in your head.


Lines.
Lines.
Lines.
Fed you some lines
to get you to go away.
And they worked, they did.
Worked for awhile.
Lines I fed, kept you away.
Lines.
Lines.
Lines.
Need me new lines
to push you away.


We were apart for a long, long time.
You did your thing, I did mine.
Things were goin' good
but then a mutual friend
got us together again.
And soon I found out
that your fantasy was still alive
and stronger than ever.
You weren't bound to give it up.
So I had to do it.
Had to give you the lines
to stop you from hounding me.


Lines.
Lines.
Lines.
Gave you the lines that worked.
Lines that got you away from me.
Lines.
Lines.
Lines!


dedicated to Dawn H.R. Frederick