black - poem

Your hair is 'died' blond

Your eyes are bright blue

Your 'anorexic' figure is to die for

Many gaze and stare as you walk by

Wearing your pretty pastel coloured

Fitted clothes

You talk sweetly
Calling everyone 'darl'

You smile a lot
With perfect teeth

Your full luscious lips...

...yet not with your eyes
Never... with your eyes!

You give and give and give some more

And run yourself dry

You talk of neglect

Of people walking all over you

People all taking none giving

Others never giving 110%

The way you say you do

Though generosity
Isn't generous
If  the point to giving
Is to bag others for not giving

But I've looking into those eyes

So bright and blue

And all I see is a deep hollowness

Black, through and through

And constantly you apologise

I'm sorry for this or that

But your apologies

Are a mere cover

To hide your wicked thoughts

Impure!

You speak of friendship

A closeness deep and strong

And yet you talk behind my back

Telling others I am wrong

I don't give 110%

I'm all take and no give

But when I smile

What you see is true

My eyes are never black [like yours]

They are gorgeous green

True, through and through