Not The Usual Gift

Not The Usual Gift

I thought I’d send you flowers
But what would be the point?
They’d soon die away.
Like our love.
The falling of the petals,
Would signify the tears,
Of times you made me cry,
In past and present years.

I thought I’d send you chocolates
But what would be the point?
They would soon disappear.
Like our love.
The gold and silver foil,
That conceals the inside,
Represents the secrets,
That you always used to hide.

I thought I’d send you cards
But what would be the point?
They’d end up being hidden away.
Like our love.
A card contains a message,
So simple to write,
Is it really worth it,
When all you do is fight.

In place of all the commercial gifts
I’ve had to think instead…

I’ll send you a colour
I think I’ll send you red.
It represents my anger
My fear, grief and dread

Instead of sending flowers…
I think I’ll send you pain
You made my life so miserable
Like summer filled with rain

Inside of sending chocolates…
I think I’ll send a knife
It represents the suffering
I’ve put up with all my life.

I’ve sent you all these horrid gifts
It’s only fair you send one too,
Oh wait one second…

You already have
You have sent me YOU!

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