Late
You got home late at night.
Then we had a rousing fight.
I know you're unfaithful don't deny it.
I've seen you two, I know what you do.
Do you take me for a fool?
I'm not blind.
I saw his hand on your behind.
Caressing with a tenderness.
That lovers share in splendedness.
I'm not deaf. I've heard you speak,
such filthy words my stomachs weak.
Now my eyes begin to leak.
He's had you oh so many times.
Have you any shame for your crimes.
I've seen the looks you pass.
Your secret love revealed at last.
Where did everything go so wrong?
When we've been together oh so long?
It's very late. You've had your date.
Now you'll lay in the bed you've made.
You filthy wretch you're to blame.
With your man man you've killed this lovely life,
for which we worked so hard and strived.
It's over now so be with him.
When it's ended I'll just grin.
poem by Michael McParland
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
