[SIZE=4] My Material Woman
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She left me,
And now she drives in a Benz;
She loved me,
But I didn’t drive a Benz.
I hate Hitler,
Or whoever made the first Benz;
Never knew I would hate Sylvia,
Our love knew no bends.
If I could I would –
Get myself a car;
But I don’t see why I should
Buy a Benz just to please her.
But hold on just a sec –
What would you rather do?
Doesn’t it make you sick
To buy a car, well beyond your means, just to save your boo?
[SIZE=5]The Crack[/SIZE]
Crack the glass,
And the crack
Will always remain.
The human heart
Has the same vein;
It’s just as delicate
To the strain.
Once it is hurt,
It is too hard
To fade the stain.
Though parts can
Fix together –
You’ve just to touch the wound,
To make it drain again.
By Sheikha A. El-Miskery
For the Lovers of Poetry.