pretty shallow

it was her face I first noticed

then that sensuous body

& I talked with her

liked what I heard

& before I knew what was what

I was involved

in the intricacies of her life

she had a man but could not leave him

would be with me until the witching hour

sometime around one

& I took all that she gave

never extracted more than the willing

her needs to be fulfilled

until I got to it one night

feeling the empty bed beside

not suggesting tears saying I cried

but man there was nothing there

could fill this gap inside

& I let her go knowing full well

she was never mine anyway

just my dish of shallow

thin tepid pool

that I could never dive into

I bought the box

based on the pretty picture

on the outside

but once I got to know her

I knew it was time to leave

but things are never that easy

when the world catches your sleeve

asking what did she do so wrong

makes you say no thank you

instead of the pretty please?

& the little things

one at a time

never amount to much

yet they stack up with ease

though you feel like a fool

leaving the pretty picture

walking away from the smile

that treated you like a disease

one at a time

I bought the box

based on the pretty picture

on the outside

but once I got to know her

I knew it was time to leave

but things are never that easy

when the world catches your sleeve

asking what did she do so wrong

makes you say no thank you

instead of the pretty please?

& the little things

one at a time

never amount to much

yet they stack up with ease

though you feel like a fool

leaving the pretty picture

walking away from the smile

that treated you like a disease