Object

The neon sign outside my flat 
flickers like a flame, 
keeping me awake at night 
and driving me insane. 
Luring men to go inside 
with promise of good times. 
Making men part with their cash, 
paying up for lies. 
Those girls will never be theirs. 
You may look but never touch. 
It’s all rehearsed, just like a play, 
that won’t amount to much. 
It’s times like these I think of you 
while lying in my bed. 
“She cheated you out of a heart!” 
-keeps flashing in my head. 
Deceiving me with what’s not there, 
you were never mine. 
That’s why, to me, you’ll always be 
just a neon sign.

XXX GIRLS!!!