To Be Dying

To Be Dying All of the many things he was now denying While she continually just kept on crying Love him how hard she had been trying But each of his movements was mystifying. Chance of explaining it would be surprising And on him had found it hard to be relying Because of the lies to her he was supplying And all the many times he had been alibiing. Person could see colors in a pretty prism Which would leave you with much wisdom And different new ways of seeing things Sometimes a tear of happiness brings. Around in circles her and I were going That to both of us was really annoying Not true to her and tantrums was throwing While blustery wind started hardly blowing. Many terrible things he was starting And all his desires she kept on discarding Only bad things from this was surmising No wonder she wanted him to be dying.