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She (Poem)

She’s not worth your time
To her your love she will only bind
Before she lets you on; and in an instant
She’ll be gone

You’ll give her your life
Though the deceit is rife
In her mind

In yours there won’t be but a shard of a shred
Not a single wee doubt nor fear in your head
Before she lets you go; and in an instant
She’ll be gone.

For you’ll give her your word
For she’ll have given you hers
In your mind

In hers there won’t be but a strand of a thought
For you were her prey, and now you are caught
Alone in a writhing, seething poor mess
Once she’s gone.

For you’ll give her your hand
But you’re just a grain of sand
In her mind.

The sooner you notice is the sooner you’re out
Out of her grasp, and to warn with a shout
Those who may be so unfortunate enough
To fall victim to her.

In time you’ll see
-too late of course
That what wasn’t to be
Has been and has gone.

For you gave her your life
Upon a six-inch steel knife
And she ran out of time
For you.

For you gave her your life
Though the deceit was rife
In your mind.

And now she is gone.
Far from your sight
No memory of what she’s been or done
My Sir, you gave her a fright – and she’s taken flight – 
But what did you expect?

For she gave you her life
Or, did she do so?
Indeed, the deceit was rife – 
But in whose mind, though?

You gave her your life
And she, in turn, hers

For she was indeed a cheating wife
And yourself a cheating husband
-Undeterred.

Literature Poetry


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