I hope when your ego is scraping the ceiling <br />and your mirrors grow tired of that smile, <br />you will choke on the guilt trip denying you feeling <br />and drown in seductive style. <br /> <br />May your mascara run at each important moment <br />could you possibly lose all your hair, <br />for your looks are now really so unimportant <br />with your honesty stripped threadbare. <br /> <br />If ever you fall can I please then trip over <br />the crumpling heap on the floor, <br />can I tread on your head till the doctor says'dead' <br />crush your heart in the nearest door. <br /> <br />My darling your mind is a world full of lying <br />but guess who was fooled in the end, <br />the one who is best at the art of deceiving <br />could never have been my friend.<br /><br />Neil Graham Marsden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desperate-times-2/
