He was never really there
It was the end of the affair
It didn’t matter that it"s unfair
She takes the bottle and pours a glass
Drank the first one really fast
She knew it wouldn't be the last
Feeling the dead hand of the past
But the memories didn’t fade
Not even with the alcohol aid
She should have called a spade a spade
It would have ended anyway
She goes to bed and closes her eyes
But even in darkness she couldn’t hide
The emptiness would not subside
She's all alone with the tears she cries
Next to the phone that doesn’t ring
She was his puppet on a string
He’s moved on to better things
That’s the part that really stings
She hears the ticking of the clock
She can not sleep her mind won’t stop
Tomorrow she was gonna take stock
But tonight, she’s not a rock
The sun dons bright, her mood is grim
She just can’t quit thinking about him
She is way out on a limb
Getting back is looking slim
She closes the door and clicks the lock
Goes to the closet and gets her glock
She looks in the mirror and it’s a shock
Pulls the trigger at nine o' clock
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
1 comment:
reallllly darkkk, really bleak, really good!!
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