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.
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
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,
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem