It Could Be Me
For her mistake
I never see a disguise of blessing
I heed not the voice of mercy
My love was violent
For her mistake
Irrational and impatient.
I thought she was done for
No glimmer of hope
Bottled and tight like a knotted rope
she is so close, in anger I burnt
I thought she was done for
Her shame, I preached.
I got the chance of change
When I thought the same for me
A light of reforming
To cleanse my oozing hate odour
I got the chance of change
With the scent of adour.
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