Angelique
Oh Angelique
yesterday’s hubris
ached my heart
chasing too many Tennessee's.
The swirling colours of red and blue
obscure your Boutique and
midnight finery.
The night after makes
a fool of my outwards intentions
There's a barrack room discipline
ripping up my heart
Blowing hot and cold
your intentions are unbalanced
tis the fool’s tempest of false hope
My cupful is still
far from runneth over
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