Give Her A Tack

You took one look at her glistening white jacket and fell in love

Don’t you know white’s the worst color for covering things up?

Silly you, Stupid girl, follow up.

You hang around her like a hawk. Till you finally looked up and realized-

Oops! No amount of bleach can cover that one up.

Don’t be sorry, you’re not scared, of the dark.

She can’t plan on reflecting every minuscule problem back

Even if they’re all as small as a tack, hiding what she lacks

Doesn’t give her a plaque

I’ll bring it up again if you like.

Like me, not that girl in the black tights.

Where’s the wonder in her eyes ? Where’s the fire? Where’s the smile?

It’s been a while.

Stupid me, Stupid her.

We’re

a hop,

a skip,

a jump

away from losing everything.

But what can I say? You’ve always played your own game.