Pseudologia Fantastica.

Tell me again how fire is dangerous
As you're standing there playing with matches
You strike the sulfur that would ultimately end us

You beg me not to leave but you push me away
I never know what you'll be feeling today
Tell me how you love me but cause me dismay

I know that you're trying I see it in your eyes
The first time I learned not only your mouth can tell lies
Say I give you life but you're already dead inside

You never hit me so I can thank you for that
Instead it was my mental state you attacked
I'd much rather you make both my eyes black

As I walked out you stood in the doorway crying
I probably would have stayed if I wasn't the only one trying
I hope next in line soon finds out they'll be dying.

abusedead insidehelplessLiar

◄ Devil's Own Luck.

Disquiet Tension. ►

Comments

poemagraphic

Wed 2nd Jan 2019 09:39

Self promotion coming up...
The Big Guy... That's Big Sal to you and others here at WOL
is good at self promotion so, after heading his advice I'm going to have a go

Read my first trilogy you will find it if you look.

There are some bloody great people here at WOL you my newest friend are one of them.

Back in the old church days there was a message carved on the wood panel at the rear of the church that read

"There are no such thing as strangers, only friends you have not met yet"

I can seem a bit pally I guess calling folk here at WOL mate, pal, friend, buddy. You don't have to be my friend however remember this...

Angels of a feather flock together

Po

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