I am the bird that flies in the night sky <br /> I am the vision you see before you sleep <br /> I am your deepest fear and your darkest fantasy <br /> I won't be the one walking down the isle <br /> I won't be the one holding your hand in front of the fire <br /> But i will be the girl your dreams will hire <br /> When you sleep in that bed with the woman you led <br /> Led to believe your love was true <br /> When in all reality, you were thinking of me when the morning after coffee brew <br />Baby you won't forget me <br />Baby call me a drunk <br /> Baby left me there, lying in the junk <br /> I wasn't 'the marrying kind' <br /> I was the 'fucking kind' <br />Guess you fell for the later <br /> Your picket fence dream did I shatter <br /> You won't forget my body on you and the loving we had <br /> No matter what you do, baby, you fell bad.<br /><br />Amla Pisharody<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-marrying-kind/
