We spoke on misguided terms.
A journey planned without regards.
Your visit is a guilt trip.
That scheming play on words.
You are a deceitful woman.
Believing we couldn’t see the truth.
Now you’re feigning innocence;
Using mental abuse.
You still don’t get it.
You’re not the boss of me;
You never were.
Published by David W. Jones
David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.
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