Friday 13 May 2011

J'Accuse

You fancied me once
Fingering me lovingly
Running your hands down my spine
Stroking me
You wanted me so much
That you bought me

Now I lie discarded
Abandoned amongst the rest
Your interest has moved on
Your expressions of intent unfulfilled
Left on the shelf
Sometimes you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

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