How could I have been so blind
And not notice your deceitful mind
With wrinkles on the morning covers
The toilet seat up when I leave it down, just for your consideration
I bathe you in rose leafs and Victoria Secret also for me to see
But in which I haven't got the chance
I sweat from nine to five to gain your acceptance
And all I ask in return is respect
I never ask for a hot plate or a cold from the fridge to be served at six.
I buy you lilies and listen to you speak of you in white
I never question you words of a night out with the girls
Even when Old Spice evaporates from my pillow
and Cool Water is my brand, I never question your apparent lies
I just turn the other cheek hoping its a phase
Tell me why you made me blind.

Love is blind, or so it is said by many. Intesting poem, reminds me of someone I refuse to think about tonight. Great post. Bye for now.

the beginning of this poem set the stage for me

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Interesting comments. Thank you.. =)

Powerful write (((PDA)))

It takes me back to another time ... a time when I made excuses for his behaviour ... not wanting to see perhaps ... so I blinded myself ...

I especially like this line ...