BrokenHeartPheko Motaung


When I am not there


When I am not
There he is the
Man of the house
When we meet where
We know he can't
Pay the hotel and
The exorbitant prizes
The new ladies charge
Behind his back
Using the money he
Earns from his back
Breaking job we say
She is his loyal wife
She falls asleep
Guiltily in my arms
I allow the gentle
False smile to slip
Upward to my lips
I say to myself she
Is his respected wife
But her love is mine
In the morning her
Kiss is as sour
As her treachery
I ask her why have her
Lips turned bitter now
That the romance is over
She tells the man
In the taxi that the
Blame in her dreams
Finds her guilty of
Betrayal and wherever
I am not I am ashamed

Submitted: Friday, July 04, 2014
Edited: Friday, July 04, 2014

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