Poetry

They were two of a kind; or so some say
But undearneath it all, they had their hey-day
The clock was ticking and time was not on their side anymore
Like an elephant in a grocery store
He loved her but she did not love him-it was sad you see
Why didn't she just let him be
Did it have to do with his money
She played the game oh so well; he never knew
But underneath it all, she was through
And even with that mannaquin smile
That icy pose-she hung on for quite awhile
For love is blind or so they say
And the wicked wait for another day
She let him have her-night after night
Never putting up a fight
But he found the number quite by accident
No explanation was needed and he would lament
That he had been used and he was so hurt and mad
But she had taken him for what he had.......