She’s beautiful……. so beautiful
And I worshipped every cuticle
Still do, if I let the truth be told
She really is something to behold
The way she used to stare at me
Like nothing could compare with me
Now all she does is glare at me
In search of perfect-Jeremy
I gave her such fine cause to hate
And that she does is beyond debate
Used a poor rhetorical template
Real anger from the Devil-incarnate
She now exacts her revenge with guile
Prepared to go the extra mile
To visit the places she knows I might gaze
On her fine dress sense, and pretty style
And yes I look, in fits, and bursts
And yes, I feel like the worst of the worst
Once downed a liquor-pill to soften the hurt
Of a dish served cold, with a ‘side’ of dirt.
But there’s only so far one can atone
So I don’t pick up that telephone
For to me that was love, fully-blown
I’ll no longer place this girl on a throne
Copyright Jody Redmires, 2016