1 word…

You give me 1 loving word,

and I’m under your thumb.

I’ll bend over backwards,

for 1 loving crumb.

Our routine’s well practiced.

We both know our role.

You can treat me so coldly,

then 1 word warms my soul.

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Provoked response.

Anger.

Red hot.

Shaking hands.

Burning thoughts.

Bitter words.

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.

Bloody Mary…

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

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It’s fabrications you tell,

plain deceit that you sell…

Truth always comes out,

don’t you know…

 

 

 

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Confusion…

Running hot, running cold

keeping me in line.

Ignore me when I speak against,

how dare I undermine…

Days go by with nights alone,

my heart begins to pine…

But I know that underneath it all,

you’ve never thought you’re mine.

I face the facts and let you go,

you see that as the sign,

to turn up full of charm and love,

as though everything is fine.

 

 

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