#17


 The haze around
My eyes wear off,
You brush my hair
With hands so soft.
“I love you, I love you…”
You keep on saying,
But, you say the same
To the phone you’re answ’ring.
Dress and brush
Your mane of hair
Now go and rush
‘Cuz you have to get there.
Just leave me here,
Flat on the bed,
tired and naked,
and exhausted.
Smile one last time
Before departing,
please don’t invite
Me to the wedding.


-The Black Squid
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