High and Dry

What seemed like another story Often felt like living a continual lie A case it seemed of jack and orrie That question when, where, who why Though felt you had to tread carfuly It made it impossible to ever unifi But never wanting to question she Theres no dinial the fool was then l Perhaps my weakness my vulnerability But quite ofen she go for that type of guy Those that shed consume more quickly Then your just another left high and dry Abstacts from devious her name poem 1999 An exstension of poems web of deciet scheming Devious her name