Poetry

Little Old Maid

Little old maid
In a tiny house
Made to fit her
And her alone
Because no one will love her

Little old maid
She could’ve given you everything
A shoe full of children
That she whipped and put to bed
Then set that whip on you…

Little old maid
She was sexy
Seductive
She relives the memory
Of your kiss on her neck
Of your fingers inside her

Little old maid
She remembers that last morning
Her heart shrank three sizes that day
She gave up on love
She gave up on it all
Never realized she deserved the world

She sits alone
In her tiny house that you built
Will she ever again open the door to her soul?

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