Spit

I was lukewarm, and you hated every breath
Nothing beneath me but my honor and my deeds
You were so torn between the heaven of desires 
And the earth of realities
The waves threw me from my feet

And it spit me out, to land again
On my own two feet, not on my face
And it split me down the middle
My half-heart has a twin... and broken

He tells her she's wrong again, just a way to keep her down
There's nowhere to go where you can't be found
She knows the drill, where he's going with this
Squaring her shoulders and grittting her fists

And she spit it out, on him
All the hate and fear in a ball of rage
The acid it burned, into him deep
Fear set in and he left on that day

You tell me i'm vile, evil, live everyday away
Headed nowhere even near where you go
You judge us all, but your god says lest ye be judged
Embers in your eyes, shows the hell in your soul

And you spit it out, on me
An argument you can't defend, i hope there's an end
And it ran down my face
In tears of a hopelessly quiet sigh
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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