Waitin on the Short Go A cowboys heart is hidden, and he tries to keep it that way, even when he's in love, he'll work on things not to say. A cowgirl gives hers over, lets him go out and live, waiting for all his heart, and all he's got to give. He hides cause he's scared, what would happen if he let go, but with out trying, it's something he won't ever know. He can tame the wild horse, he can sit the raging bull, but when it comes to cowgirls, he's not sure what to do. He pulls her so tightly, then he push's her so far, all without realizing, he's causing her heart to scar. Well us cowgirls we can hold on, we got the fever and the fight, even when we lay down, and hang our heads and cry. We make us world champions, at loves game, taming wild cowboys, and playing with the pain. So cowgirl up again, cause it's time to rodeo and hold tight to her cowboy, waiting on the short go. by Jenn LaRose Return to home Return to poem list