THE GIFT NO ONE WANTS
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
Once again, a parcel of lies
The smile of total disguise
Forgiveness and then words fall from the paper
Just when I was feeling safer
Your lips move so thinly like a wafer
How can you talk such trash?
Do you never feel bad?
A pretty box with a beautiful bow
What will be in this
I do not know
Who will the gift belong to
Me or you
Me? Really, is this true?
Who did you buy this for?
Me or him next door?
Was this meant to go to another
Someone you love more?
Your mother?
Then she did discover
What she has brought into this world
Such a silver tongue
Trying to be gold
I’m not one of your possessions
Ready to be bought or sold
(C) Fiona Cummings 2016
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