Maybe Now You'Ll Notice Me

how is it you  didn't you hear her scream
she cried it all in a song for you

how is it you didn't  taste her tears
she served them to you in your precious china

how is it you didn't see her hurt
she painted it all 
in a mural for you
on the walls of your own home
in your bedroom

how is it you didn't you feel her pain
she knitted it all 
in a blanket for you 
 wrapped you in it
 
how is it you didn't smell her fear
she made you a bottle of perfume 
the smell 
overtaking it 

how is it you didn't read it
she wrote it 
all on your my space
maybe because you were blinded
but the again 
she
i
i wrote it in braille for you
i danced it for you
you never loved me
i wasn't really yours to love
i was just rose bud 
you tended to time to time in your garden 
of beautifully bloomed long stemmed  roses
nothing special to you
i hope you regret it when i bloom
oh wait
i
have
and you do regret it
you even wrote it in a song told them to play it on a radio only
i didn't hear it
i turned the radio off
and pick up a book
i like reading better anyway
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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January 30, 2011 at 1:48 PM
Welcome to Poetry Soup.. so enjoyed reading your creative write tonight...hope your time on Soup will be fun and filled with sharing... check out our contests too.. good luck with luv..
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January 29, 2011 at 2:25 PM
People rarely see what is right in front of their faces, that's the sad truth about human nature. Enjoyed your write! ~Tirzah~
Mehta Avatar
January 29, 2011 at 1:38 PM
Very expressive and creative write on maybe now you'll notice me, elijah
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