A CHILD IN A WOMANS DRESS

A CHILD IN A WOMANS DRESS. © DARAN PRATT
2006
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Oh to have known you,
I must ask what happened between you and I
Now you tell me there is someone else
Could you please tell me how I am supposed to feel?
You lied to me, yes,
Or did you just forget what you said,
Either way it came out the same
Such a shame to have met you
Such a relief to have fled you
So fitting that you don’t even know how conceited
And self-opinioned you are,
For such a beautiful woman
These things make you truly ugly.
Jullienne you may think me un usual
And that’s ok,
I sleep at night knowing that I am not
The centre of the universe,
Nor the glue in any grand scheme.
Neither do I confuse intentionally
To hide my true intentions,
And I never ever believe my own lies.
I saw in you once a scared little girl
But I misread this as well,
It was a cunning manipulative woman
In a child’s dress
Speaking a child’s tongue
Tripping over her own feet
When next you fall may there be no one there to catch you
Then may you understand
It’s not all right to deceive people.