Broken, Rotten and Ugly

The last time the girl told the guy a lie,
and went ahead to go die,
all she could do was
hide from him and cry.

So was the likeness
he had to the other big fat gloats,
she wondered if it was right,
to really have switched so many boats.
And she hid and cried.

Years went by,
and the guy still didnt know.
The girl was dead,
all inside -ugly and it still does rot.
They talked, lived together,
made three babies..

But there, the dead one inside her
never rose again.

Things just stayed
and years just flew.
On her death bed
she knew he never knew.

Now the outsides were dead
and a drop often fell,
from his eyes 'cos he cut onions,
once a while, well.

Reaven the child,
of Aadi the first,
ran and came and said
"Grandma had a diary.
To read, let us try."

Grandpa read it half
and knew the pain behind.
Grandpa read the rest
and wondered about the find.

Well, all said and done,
he still cried
only when onions were cut.
He still cried, ONLY when the onions were cut.