price

there is not much difference 

none that I can see 

everything's the same 

as it was last week 

you keep talking your talk 

and it all rolls so smooth

it pours out like honey 

when you've nothing to lose 

I'm just not that gal 

that you knew before

I've gained a little insight 

since you closed that door 

you know what I need 

but the price-tag's too high 

your words hit their mark 

and break me inside

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License