The duckling
She close her eyes, dont want to see the flowers
he's giving to the mistress; beautiful as a swan.
She got a plan this day, she dares it, oh yes she does.
Tanned by the electric sun - smiling at her face in the mirror
before leaving the hairdresser, the new underwear, tempting like...
She allmost blushes, under the perfect make up,
that white dress smothing around her body; she was ready to go for it.
Hello love, she says; I was thinking about going out for dinner this.....
was all she could say,
before he interrupted her for telling that he would be home late.
Her smile fainted-
what have you done to your hair, he said; you cut it, I liked it better before - long hair turn me on you know, but no worry honey, you look ok.
He gave her a quick kiss and went away...
She couldnt stop crying that night
Poetry by Chrystaliris
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Written on 2009-06-28 at 13:57
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