The King of Guilt Trips
By Irb
The king of guilt-trips just dropped by, Bringing with him nasty weather, And a seemingly newfound topic: If we were meant to be together. He pummeled me with questions ‘bout Where I’d been and who I’d seen. Contradictory was his train of thought, For he had another Queen. Not laughing, not quite weeping, I asked the Lord above Why it was he, of so many more With whom I had to be in love. His accusations still drove on, Until his face turned blue. I listened just half-heartedly, For none of them were true. "Do you really love me?" I asked, Looking somewhat vexed. "How couldn’t I?" he cried, Seeming equally perplexed. I said for him to prove it, Begging silently inside, The sad soul, he couldn’t do it For it would surely hurt his pride. He told me he still cared for me, As I backed away and cried, Then shattering my last ray of hope, He waved and said ‘Goodbye’. Written January 5th, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 08:07 AM PST 17 • 0 • 8
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