Piol Tiek John Poet Romanticism

Imperfections

I told you I was neither a bee's knees,
  Nor cat's whiskers
  But you thought I was  sex on the stick
  And you yessed to death
   Falling for me was dancing with death
  So, why remorse now? 

  You had to make head or tail of me
   You're now picking holes
   You now get chagrin on the sight of me
  You think am so dreary
  You think am too serious in everything

I was a happy flea in a doghouse
I wasn't born to the purple as you
I was common as an old shoe
But you buttered me up
You compelled me to be in character
I forgot I was a man on the streets

Yet you still put my name in mud
You now think am no use to man or beast
I gave it my all I could
But I had not a cat in hell's chance
The relationship became your pain in the neck
You started playing away from home
But still, you remorse over me??

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment