My Body Parts Go Against Me Poem by menash mohan shrestha

For I've cut off my nose to spite my face.
Tonight I've let the wine go to my head.
For I've fought tooth and nail with her.
I closed the blinds with an eye to crying my heart out.
For I'm wet behind the ears in fightng.
Down in the mouth, I've hold my tongue.
For giving her the cold shoulder is far better than sticking my neck out.
I've worked hand in glove with my silence.
For I've laid my finger on her pliable heart.
She kept me at her arm's length.
Hobbling on my last legs I long to be swept off my feet.
But I'm feeling in my bones that she won't show her face again.