plastic love,
that's what you gave me.
it almost looked like the real thing,
and smelled like the cheap perfume
you smilingly handed me
to wear in the heat of passion.
passion?
was that real
or just another one of your lies?
i suspect it was
to 'get your end away',
to satisfy your animal instincts.
i could have been ANY woman
between the sheets
of those cheap hotels.
maybe i WAS one of many
foolish women?
all the roses and 'i love you's'
the undying feelings you expressed
they all melted in the heat of the sun.
and now what?
well, dear, this woman ain't plastic
i am real flesh and blood
with real passion,
real feelings,
real love.
i will give myself heart and soul
only to a REAL man in future.
no more buy-one-get-one-frees for me.
no more cling-filmed polystyrene-trayed imitations
and no more deception.
get a life.
you're history.
Fantastic poem rachael, reminds me of Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead for some reason :)
Yeah! You tell him wot's wot! As Bob Dylan sings: 'In a world of fibre glass...I'm looking for a gem! ' Wake up and smell the real roses! I'm a freisa guy myself...they leave a lingering perfume for days and days in a room and look so beautiful at the same time. We all have to undergoe learning curves like this and sometimes the only way to learn is the hard way! May love find you and be delighted with your preciousness. with much love Donall
Bless ya Rachael, you go girl! Hope love comes your way, just be prepared its good stuff and you deserve it. Will read more soon. Lisa
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
RIGHT-ON Rachael. Outstanding poem! The title alone drew me into wanting to read it. This was said straight-up, great job on this write. It is so bold, I loved it. I am giving you a 10 for this poem! Always, Linda