The phone rang while I was sleeping
Their words like heavy rain hitting the pavement, ice cold
My ears were numb but my gut was deepening
A sudden rust growing on what I believed was gold
A sinking ship, another repeat,
My god, this is getting quite old
Hoped karma came flying at your door
That girl in the corner, flat drunk and body sore
Confused that you cheated her with four more
I'm not her, but still another item on your shelf
Wouldn't cry because I knew you'd suffer well
Though at night I still picture our lives
You weren't who I wanted and you lied
Still my foolish self sits, waiting for a reply
My heart tries to make excuses for you and it's endless
At the end of the day, men only want to undress
YOU ARE READING
Unveiled
PoetryMy unveiled truth in a collection of thoughts and poems. I hope they resonate and find a place in your heart. I want you to know that you are not alone; your emotions are valid. Thank you for listening to mine.
