Mental

Her far off stare
she isn't there.

Nothing but air,
under her hair.

Man broke her heart,
she's still bleeding from the dart.

Once was a pretty girl,
use to wear one pretty curl.

It hung down in her one eye,
always there to cover a lie.

Women like her are forever ruined.
Always in a crowd constantly feuding.

For she never blames the man for a thing,
still got memories of that ring.

Cry little woman, go on ahead, just cry.
I told ya'll women, stop living a lie!

Now the pain makes you feel like your going to die.
That's right your momma will only sigh.

Cause you are the one who thinks she knows best,
that is until you play the game of chess.

What you don't know is you will always be running.
Keep falling for men who are nothing but cunning.

Nicholl McGuire