Price
there is not much difference
none that I can see
everything is the same
as it was last week
you keep talking your talk
and it all rolls out so smooth
coming forth like honey
what do you have to lose?
I'm just not that gal
you used to know before
I've gained a little insight
since you last closed that door
I know what you need
but the price-tag is too high
your honeyed words still hit their mark
and leave me dead inside
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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