18 November 2009


You’d think she’d recognise the signs
It’s not like it’s the first time, or the second, or the third
She’s travelled this road before
You’d think by now it wouldn’t hurt
But no, each time it hurts that bit more

Displaced in their eyes, replaced in their heart
Traded in for another model whose cause is more appealing
A life with more meaning and a countenance more revealing
A voice more endearing and needs so more - needy
With just about everything much more than she


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