‘Tis true as the story goes
Never in my wildest of dreams
Standing alone on the foreshore
Connected by a static beam
Blue and white crackle and pop
But hatred for me it seems
You terrorise shake up rattle and roll
Then whisper sweet nothings my dear
So tender one minute and angry the next
I mask my god foresaken fear
Yet a victim professes only love and devotes
Their heart to always be near
I don’t idolise procrastinate whip lashings and such
Just to listen then just to grieve
So tell me why me what have I done
You have chosen to mock, be a bitter pill
When only defend honor fight for and shield
Joan would have been proud to the fill
Do I lay down my sword
Tell me my friend
Never follow you to the ends
The ball is now bouncing in your court
No more no more hurt
Cut the chord the tune the blue melody hue
The tune you and I Wounds open and bled
a war of words
like crap are turds
the hurt
is a salt to the wound
and the salve
is bloody red!
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