I wrote a book
And the words were rich with honey
Entitled:
Did You Want A Reason to Hurt Me
or Did You Simply Find It Funny?
Should I open up my mouth
Let your applesauce inside
Walk upon my tongue
In a burglary of doubt?
You’d steal the words right out
It’s like the times when I fall
I’m convinced that someone planned it
I can’t count how many times
A drink has spilled itself
Damn it! and landed
Purposely on my brand new shirt
I’m sure you thought
That I forgot about
A practice for misleading
All my thoughts and yours combined
To reach the itch
I cannot scratch behind
A feeling I can’t shrug
Post depression and sweet love
Every time
You weren’t invited to the show
You came and knew
You didn’t really want to go
© GÄ
Poétique 