She's On the Door Step

 

 

If she came today

A smile and all her junk

Glittering behind her

What would you say?

 

Turn her away

Lead her to the garage

The unused space

 

Keeping to that

Out of sight out of mind

Mantra that's become

 

The reasoning to children

Born from a man

No longer by your side

 

Would you turn her away?

Tell he to go home

Knowing a new number

Would ruin the calculating

 

Dubbed rhythm with this

Disgusting man

And

Your everyday forced smile

 

Author's Note

Cp. 12:36PM Sat 06/07/08 'Unwritten' Natasha Bedingfield lonely, alone, trying to speak, contemplation, trying to be ok (Typed, House)