PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I bet you, you sing all the same songs to her
In the same octave and manner

I bet you, you say the same lines with "love"
Filled with lies and childish banter

Your eyes have sucked my soul dry, for the last
And in the end, it will be me,
Who eats your heart.

I bet you, you touch her body with the same old motions
In the same old ways you touched mine

I bet you, she doesn't even know it yet
But she has already grabbed the fishing line.

Sing, sing, sing, little canary bird
I will gently pluck your yellow feathers
One,
by
One.

I bet you, you try to teach her what cannot be taught
That she will feel the same frustration as me

I bet you, you think this will last forever
But forever never comes, and you will see

The only thing that will ever touch your soul
Will never come around again -
Me.