Bjoy

At the trial

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

 

Comments2

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    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

  • Bjoy

    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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