Kelly Attrill
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Poem "Devil's Monopoly":
- written August 2009
- published August 14, 2009
- viewed 21 times
Other poems by Kelly Attrill:
»A prayer for me...«
»A Woman of Strength«
»Bafana I wana«
»Butterflies«
»Culture Crossroads«
»Cupid's weird way«
»Fallen too far«
»From the land of Milk and Honey«
»I don't know!«
»Insomnia of Society«
»Life«
»M.I.A.«
»Nomad«
»Poison«
»Where have all the angels gone?«
»Who says mottos are always true?«
Visit Kelly Attrill's profile page
Poem "Devil's Monopoly":
- written August 2009
- published August 14, 2009
- viewed 21 times
Other poems by Kelly Attrill:
»A prayer for me...«»A Woman of Strength«»Bafana I wana«»Butterflies«»Culture Crossroads«»Cupid's weird way«»Fallen too far«»From the land of Milk and Honey«»I don't know!«»Insomnia of Society«»Life«»M.I.A.«»Nomad«»Poison«»Where have all the angels gone?«»Who says mottos are always true?«»Devil's Monopoly«
The buzz of the city softens
as the people decide to go home.
A hard day at work, she goes home to be alone.
Her plant sits they same as it did when she left it
She sighs and reminisces
"kind of boring" she has to admit.
Once young and in love everything was full of life
Now an independant women, not a mother, not a wife.
Not longing for that feeling that somebody misses you
Not longing for that reason to tell him before you go – what you going to do.
Her money keeps her busy
it keeps her satisfied
It is the one, that made things like this,
the money seemed to stay by her side.
Fallen so deeply into the devil's clever game
she didn't even realise things can never be the same.
as the people decide to go home.
A hard day at work, she goes home to be alone.
Her plant sits they same as it did when she left it
She sighs and reminisces
"kind of boring" she has to admit.
Once young and in love everything was full of life
Now an independant women, not a mother, not a wife.
Not longing for that feeling that somebody misses you
Not longing for that reason to tell him before you go – what you going to do.
Her money keeps her busy
it keeps her satisfied
It is the one, that made things like this,
the money seemed to stay by her side.
Fallen so deeply into the devil's clever game
she didn't even realise things can never be the same.
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