It's funny how you love her...
That you kiss her cheeks
And whisper sugarcoated lies into her hair
Funny...how you secure her
In your able bodied strength
It's funny, how you look at her
Dancing eyes that twinkle within the sunlight
Appraising your property with the finest glance
Funny...how you look through her
And stare at the next bargain that strolls your way
It's funny how you touch her...
Like precious gold that glitters
With all the falseness
Of the fools that sift for it
Funny, how you graze her skin with fickle fingertips
That grasp for some form of truth
Funny, how you loved her
With the tainted lips and evaluating eyes
Funny how you stroke her flesh
With the same gripping fingertips
It's funny, that I was her...
By: Emily Rose
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