He Doesn't Shhhh Me Anymore
He told me to be quiet each time I tried to speak
knowing I'd obey for he believed I was meek
Months went by and I acquiesced to his wishes
until I had enough and started flinging dishes
"Shhh," he said and placed a vile finger to his lips
I had enough of him and put my hands on my hips
"You can't tell me who to talk to. I'll not be quiet
If you think I'll stand for this, go ahead and try it."
He thought I was joking. Well wasn't he the fool?
I won't be used by any man. I'm not any man's tool
He's buried in the backyard in an unmarked grave
I bet now he knows I wasn't going to be his slave
Each night I dress in widow's black and take a walk
Mascara running from tears of joy, I give him a talk
I lay a finger against my lips, then I smile and say,
"Shhh, you know it's your fault you had to go away."
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017
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