You want to keep me
by your side to be
used like a ***** rag.
Is that all I'm worth,
I am more.
You couldn't love me,
yet you desire me,
but your heart belongs
to another one.
Any time I leave,
you cry as if you
lost your heart,
just to lure me back,
but you never tried
to change your
manipulative ways.
Your tears meant nothing
to me now,
No,not anymore.
My heart is dead to your tears.
You are nothing to me now.
Can't go back to the place
where my heart ran from.
No one is allowed to clean
their ***** feet on my back.
I moved on now with my dignity,
for that's all I have,
my dignity.
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Always, always smile at the quiet person
standing at the back of the room.
That one smile won't be wasted -
they'll cherish it, cherish the idea that they're not invisible and not alone in their gloom...

"When the going gets tough, the tough get going" they said.
Well that's not true, cause some left even before the going got tough, and took a different path from the thorn-filled one I limpingly led.

"Never look a gift horse in the mouth" they admonished.
This, was also a false tale. I only realised the mistake,
when I lay on the ground, reeling from its kick, alone and astonished.

Because, you see, as I was trying to explain to 'them' by shouting myself hoarse,
there is such a thing as a Trojan horse.

A cat has nine lives is something we all know,
but the number of lives a reader lives increases each time they curl up with a book and a cappuccino.

From containing the recipe to feeding your stomach with drink or grain
to containing wonders to feed your brain,
to telling you how to drive a train,
or teaching you how to avoid strain,
a book is a well of knowledge which from many things you gain.

So the next time you dream of having the wonders of the world unfurled,
you can do do it with your eyes wide open, sitting on your armchair - with a book in hand - legs curled.