WAIST WASTE

Making its way into its abandoned domicile
seen from afar staggering filled with defile
seeking to once again be embroidered with a smile
seeing acceptance not for a while
but for a lifetime to whine and dine
Returns a prodigal state home from a mile...

It digs its roots deep within
ready to flower and grow leaves
grows a tree in him
watered by his emotions
and growing on the soils of inward self-satisfaction
he feels welcome to the state "Myself"
you do not exist in his world
You never were..

And dawns to you this fact
This epoch of time drain
and no marital gain
even after all the years of courting
dipped in relationship pain
all the well seasoned and baked love in vain
hope's grip on your heart no longer remains
It is time to let all go down the drain.

There is no more "I love you from my mains"
there is an off switch to the sustain
You can no longer hold this pain
his love for himself exceeds sane
you are left to bewilder at initial state
all your love is hate
he used you as bait
to satisfy himself
What a waste of your waist!!