The Next Night Poem by Marie Murphy Griffin
The Next Night
Your Christmas gifts were of pure obligation
How ironic and deserving of this situation
For I was so blind and I could not see
That your ‘love’ was a heartless game on me
You won now enjoy your victory sleep
As I stay awake up all night and weep
U claim that all you want is for my happiness
But now I’m left in a big mess
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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