She looks out the window
watching everyone in sight.
Then she turns what they were doing
to suit her own ends.
An innocent conversation
turns into a torrid love affair.
Hurting is just part of her game.
You win or you lose.
What the heck,
so they get hurt.
What has that got to do with me?
16 January 2008
Have to agree with Meggie on this on...it is a pity that someone feels that bad of them selves they need to bring attention to themselves by fabricating stories so someone will listen
oh, i just shrug it off..this kind of people are not happy and they wanted an attention. I pity them..
Well this person in your poem sounds like a very cold, heartless person. One must be very careful around such people. You tell it like it is David. Melvina
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She's certainly a spiteful old gossip David and one with a sad history, I don't doubt. I remember an old biddy who owned the house on the hill we bought in the fifties. Apparently she used to sit for hours on her verandah overlooking the 'village' with a pair of binoculars. He other 'trick' was to mark down all wedding dates and the dates of the births of their first children - and compare the two. It always struck me as rather pathetic, from one who would never have children (legitimate of otherwise) of her own. As you can see, your poem has certainly got me thinking. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥