Fuck You, She said in a sing-song voice
As she shut the door on his sullen face
Walking the hall, slamming the door
On things she should have closed years before…
And the drive that she felt slipped down the drain
As apathy stole her heart away
The washing up to the roof is piled
Fuck You, She said to the dishes.
And then She sat on the old back step
Which was stained with hate and blood and filth
wondering who, in their right mind
would sit here to contemplate
she let her mind leave her head
She let it travel to your bed
Her mind it settles with you
You think nothing can undo you
But she can see right through you
SHE CAN SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU!!
RPT Ad lib to fade. ;)
Most of my poems have music or melody attached. i write works which I hope to have performed. This is a newie… from Newie. :) For approx 8 voices.