Gots lots on my mind these days (see Saturday's post) and am not in the mood to write new stuff so here's one from my dusty past.
I was rather angry when I wrote it -- in case you couldn't tell ...
How dare you look me in the face and tell me all those lies
It’s the one thing about you I absolutely despise
You might not think it’s bad
Twisting facts to suit you
But you erode my respect
Shake the foundation
Of our tenuous relation
Look me in the eye
It comes so easy
How much practice have you had
If you though you could hide your dirty tricks
You should have picked a stupider chick
To you they’re little and white
To me their black and oozing
A cancerous growth that eats my soul
You used to have integrity and my respect
Now everything you do, I suspect
My chest squeezes tighter with every one you tell
Because you do it, looking into my eyes
How do you feel inside
What secrets do I harbor
None from you, except my crumbling ardor
copyright P.Watkinson 2006------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Gah! Blogger has simply ignored all the formatting!
And I must offer up my apologies -- I've been a bad blog-buddy these past few days... I've been lurking but not commenting.
Hope to be back to my formal chatty self in a few days :(