Twisted Love
He was small,
She stared at the wall.
His talks were pretend,
She wondered when would all this end.
I could see in their eyes,
They were so full of lies.
He asked,” What would you like to drink?”
“ Whisky. On the rocks”, she replied with a grin.
“I thought you were a sophisticated lady!”, he said
Her eyes widened, face flushed red.
I think I leaned too much to hear her reply
Coz she turned sharply and glared at me right in the eye.
I went back to drinking my soup,
She turned to him slowly and planned her next move.
Smiling she said, “If I am still sitting with you is because I am a sophisticated lady“,
He grinded his teeth, this was turning ugly.
“Girls like you should be tamed well,” he scowled,
She got up, walked towards him slowly,
A slap on his face and she was done.
This was a bizarre day for me,
To have witnessed the ugly end of a twisted love story.
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