ROSE:
Actually you can’t deceive everyone
With your smile and your pity face
We know none of us really matter to you
I or the next lady is just a tool you need to get what you want
Now that you want to have kids of your own
You appear here like you are truly responsible
Your shirt well ironed and your shoes arrranged
Your hair neatly cut and your house well kept
You call my phone every minute like your life depends on it
You sing each day to me like you won a Grammy
Just when I say YES I DO,
You’ll undo your pants and unveil your plans
And this is just the beginning of your true colors
Your sweet Grammy voice becomes sour with words of mockery
Your phones stop working and my calls get forwarded
Ah, that’s just the beginning
The world sees no fault in your ways; aren’t you the man of the house?
Now that you have gotten what you wanted
Who cares?
Nobody
YOU ARE READING
The World Around Us
Poetryand in the tears of blood he cleansed the hand, the hand that held the steel; for only blood can wipe out blood and only tears can heal the pain of losing a loved one. This is the world around us.
