Her little bit of bling
Is the only thing
That keeps her going each day
He doesn’t wear bling
Booze is the thing
That keeps him on his way
Down at his club
He feels as if he is
King of all he surveys
When he’d hurt her
He’d say
In that awful way
Go get yourself a treat
He was loud, he was brash
And loved splashing the cash
On diamonds and sparkles
And pearls
She’d trade them
For fakes
And had cash
In the attic instead
Bit by bit
Week by week
She’d squirrel it away
In his head all was rosy
In her head she knew
He really doesn’t know her
At all
So today at 2.30
When she knows
Where he’ll be
She’ll take her bags
Hopes and dreams
And meet Jack on the corner
As planned
She loves him
He knows her
They’re made for each other
This is her stuff of dreams
©moonbiscuitblog
March 2018
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