My mom fell in love again
Except this one was different
He smelled of lemon and cigarettes
Instead of the usual gasoline and cheep cologne
Yes
This one was different
I could tell his "loving" words to mommy dearest
Were rip-offs from chick- flick scripts
His mask didn't even cover his whole face
It left his widows peak uncovered
I guess widows and widows were meant for each other
He stayed for awhile I was surprised
To see his feet resting on the table I had just polished
The table used to be clean
Used to be
Like me
Until his greedy hands needed more holy water till it starts to seep
Through the cracks of his rough hands
At least I felt as if they were rough
I wasn't one to turn my cheek
I told my mom how different from the others he was
Then he left
Yet again
A night in fake jewelry and free loading of a desperate man's wallet
She fell in love again