Your words are rope
Your lies, the noose
We spun round and round till we were done in by the truth
Your wicked smile
You drove me wild
Drove me straight up crazy for a while
You messed me up
Like wind through my hair
But I'll clean up nice so don't be surprised when you see me lying there
At the trial
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Author:
Bjoy (
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THANKS BJOY - For your first poem. Well structured - rhyme and rhythm but a very melodramatic content ! Seems the trial was a tad too late for the victim ! BRIAN
Thanks for the feed back BRIAN! 🙂 And yes, people only seem to me interested in right and wrong once there is something to avenge.
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