(A poem I didn't know I was going to write)
The Perfect Shade
-N_soha
I sat impatiently on the sofa,
as he was late to reach.
It was once again the date,
on which we said our wedding speech.
Cold breeze hit my body,
as I clutched on my red satin gown.
Looking out of my window,
The moon was flashing through the town.
The clock did a ding-dong
taunting me about how the date changed,
The bookshelf forward laughed at me,
reflecting how much fat my chin had gained.
Finally my husband arrived,
A bottle of wine he handed,
His palm had a lipstick stain,
That I don't remember ever I painted.
I poured wine in two glasses,
As i mixed 10 sleeping pills in his one,
If he hated my oversized body that much,
I wasn't letting some other be his source of fun.
My lips formed a grin,
Until he spoke up with closing eyes,
"Honey, my whole day went behind,
Finding the perfect shade for you to look nice."