The Lady Goes...
The lady goes where the lady knows
That anger seeps between her bones.
To live or love she has to choose
Between the hues of evening blues.
Alone and lonely are much the same,
Though only she can claim the blame.
But living for someone else’s care
Will only tear and that’s unfair.
So the lady knows that where she goes,
Anger simply cannot show.
The lady must be silent,
The lady must be coy,
The lady goes where the lady knows
That anger will destroy.
Copyright © Johnelle Sciocchetti | Year Posted 2007
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