By Habil
Baby-Girl,
What if it’s true,
That the “Y” in ‘y’our man is silent,
Would it now make sense,
The endless long midnight calls,
The always flight mode at the
phone bar,
And the continued weekends ‘business’ trips?
What if it’s true,
That to him you’re but a midnight snack,
Would it now make sense,
Why each time he demands for your ‘service’
Only to savor you quickly and mindlessly by his body,
But never slowly and possessively by his soul?
What if it’s true,
That he already found someone better than you,
Would it now make sense,
Why he picks fights at the slightest mistakes,
Replies to your heartfelt “I love you’s’ ” with pasted “thanks”
And charges you with the blames of his own faults?
…what if…
( I come in peace, please)
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