Riding a Bye-cycle…

Once again his mood changes,

right out of the blue.

His contempt for me settles,

He’s the him I first knew.

It’s an emotional cycle.

It’s taking a toll.

It hardens my heart.

It darkens my soul.

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Bad books…

I’m sleeping over,

Iv been run out of home.

It’s the doghouse for me,

My friends spare bed’s on loan.

I can’t shut my mouth,

I have opinions to say.

So I’m back in his bad books,

And sent on my way.

On the run…

The Angel digs his heels in,

and runs off with his brothers.

Left behind, I do not mind,

This time away from others.

My temper’s blown over.

The air is calm and clear.

When the Angel’s finished running,

he’ll come home,

and I’ll be here.

Chopped liver…

Chopped liver isn’t happy,

chopped liver isn’t thrilled…

It was meant to be a good time,

enjoyment unfulfilled.

Conversation wasn’t given,

no offer of a beer…

You offered me your company,

but you were clearly insincere.

 

 

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Wallflower…

The wallflower prepares

for a night on the town.

He’s slow picking her up,

but quick standing her down.

She watches the fun

from her place in the shade,

he ignores her all night,

she becomes more dismayed.

Why does he invite her

to be at his side?

It’s clear to all there

she’s just along for the ride…

 

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Hells Belle…

You’re an angel with a mood swing,

loved ones emotionally abused.

Hierarchy makes you always right,

eternally excused.

You’re charismatic and you know it,

you’ve caught me with a spell.

Nobody really knows your heart.

Bloody man of Hell.

A death head puts you at the top,

your brothers have your back.

The wind is where you’re most at home,

The leader of your pack.

 

 

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