A Gift
They mean nothing you say
But yet you schedule your day
To see them and please them
And make them feel wanted
You desire and need them
I feel forgotten
It matters not that your motives aren’t sweet
It makes no difference they are simply a treat
To be toyed with and played with turns them on
To be used as a tool for your carnal needs
Means the world to these girls
Fulfilling your fantasies with their dirty deeds
It’s what they live for; it’s what they crave
To break all the rules and misbehave
What’s meaningless to you
Becomes a gift in disguise
This gift is the part
I truly despise
So when I complain as to why it’s not me
Please take a moment and try to see
That while they may not
Have meaning to you
The meaning you give them
Becomes real and true
I’m the one who had pledged my heart
But I’m the one who’s world fell apart
When the truth was revealed
After all these years
Which is why I’m constantly
Still shedding tears
At times I feel life is so unfair
I shouldn’t be expected to have to share
This gift with these tramps
Or my place with these whores
I shouldn’t wonder
What’s behind closed doors
Yet, here I am, feeling the lowest of all
And that my importance to you continues to fall
~September 21, 2007
