Am i suppose to believe that you are sorry!
You wound me with such formalities
There are so many knives in my back that you can bet
I could box them up and sell a set!
I am no longer pretending to be surprised
When your mouth opens and I receive the lies
You twist the knife while looking dead in my eyes
It's leaves in my mouth a bitter taste
When deceit becomes a common place
I've been told the rain will recede
But it seems to like to follow me
And I get used and discarded like a toilet paper roll
Expected to pretend like I don't even know
I am wide awake and will allow it no more!
To often abused, i want to even the score
So if you really want me to bury the hatchet
The base of your skull is where I choose to stash it!
LukeCoomer ©
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Comments2
Doh! I had a sense that this was where the hatchet was going to end up in this poem, before I read the last line!
I was about to comment 'As long you don't bury it in my skull!'
Hahahahaha!!! I'm sorry Orchidee! Lol
Very strong write, that last line was full of passion.
Thank you so much!
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