Than With Words
Make no doubt about it
from the top of the world
I'll shout it
baby I want you as my own
Some thing is making
me crazy
thought it wouldn't fade me
til I looked at the ring you have
back then thought I'd understand
Never thought you'd betray me
never thought this would say me
now here I am all alone
Better get myself together
Find away to nevermind the weather
keep myself from feeling all alone
When the doorbell rang I wandered
Glad I got the second chance for it
Got so tired of being alone
she speak unkind
often her deceptions
are made stories that
her peers are amused
of my troubling
stories for her friends
she liken her self to those she
wishes her effection
and betray's those
who she knows love her
what healther sickness she spends
that each difference is
chored to understanding
each difference is nighted,
so that an excuse to shine
is needed for each troubling
she speaks me unkind in those circles
their a satan am I
a whoremonger with no reason to exist
and the love is for the next man to come by
what has us in wonder
until the truth is spoke of
she sleeps with dogs and complains of flees
and I am he who hears such things
clasp the whore as she scrambles
and hides on the edges of the fields
the dense forest that are full of trees
are full of fruit: feast on the
harvest of the fields
a languish of neithering
a made circumstance thats unreal
spread the words
among the scabs, that they might take time to heal
the flesh of the beast to nurture them
a reflection of times unreal
a lensing
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2019
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