Sense Of A Woman *Poem*

Sense Of A Woman Poem

You led me to believe

You were all about us

The lies I received

Sown seeds of foolish trust

You were sure to twist your words

Into melodic tones heard

Shame on my foolish ears

And when I told you I was entranced by your sound

…You didn’t even care

You were love’s pied piper

The musical viper

You blew smoke up my ass

never even knew I was in a cypher

Puff, puff pass

Rotating your women fast

When you get lonely

Then someone’s your only

Because the high didn’t last

Go get your smoke on

Your morally broke on

I hope you choke on the same smoke

That you encouraged me to toke on

I hope that she gets a whiff of me

The isolated memory

Of a woman that was doing

More than your heavy lidded eyes

had the sense to see

I hope she sees the truth in you

The backward little things you do

I hope she gets a taste

of what you ate

When you licked love off of my dinner plate

I hope she smells the hell that you’re going to bring

I hope hears the lie when you try to say

she’s your everything

I’m done with your drug, I don’t want anymore

It’s a cheap high,

not worth the try

that left me feeling sore

take your song and your stash

and walk out the door

no sight, sound, speech, scent or taste

no me

anymore.

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