Poem -

SIXTH SENSE

SIXTH SENSE

I touch and I smell, I taste and I see; I feel your warm body lying next to me. These are my five senses yet I still have one more; The Sixth Sense of a woman who is hurt to her core. It's called Intuition, a vision I have; It allows me to see everything in your past. The lies and the soil where you buried your dead; Your graveyard of secrets that rest in your head. Lullabies whisper like ghosts in MY mind; Singing your sins as I sleep at night. The words are revolting, provoking my beast; Allowing the truth to rest at my feet. Proceed, let's proceed as the stones I do cast; Revealing your story for once and at last. She calls you with purpose but I guess I deserve this feeling of mayhem, you say I am worthless. She charges you up and she dictates your life; Fuck it just make this lonely bitch your WIFE. Come to her rescue, you're the Man of the House; Filling her void while I'm down and out. Miles came between us while BETWEEN you sure were; Between her sweet legs: This is what has occured. Hold her hair as she vomits, cook her dinner and serve; Why do I believe innocence? That is much too absurd. My senses are heavy, I'm weary with Truth; Weighed down by the lies I've been force fed by you. The reason she hates me leaves only one reason; You became her lover during my vacant season. You delivered the love, you delivered the sex; You gave her attention, you gave her respect. I expect this from you because I've done it too! You thought I was fooled but I knew it was true. So please carry on with your sick escapades; Just know that I know, at the end of the day...

--Kelly Marie Gregory--💖💖💖
 

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