Is this the real me?
Dealing with it
An embarrassing ordeal
Wheeling away from those.
Month: February 2016
Kept as a secret
Kept as a secret
Regretting about it
Wept all the time
Swept it by night.
Lighting it up
Blighted by its disappearance
Plighted forever
Loss of sight.
Tossed away
Bad days
Paying for it
Laying out another.
Canned songs
Canned songs
Banned and hung
Unheard of
Words are spreading.
Dreading what will happen
It’s a song in red
Fretting about them
Betting to get them.
They were unreleased
Given a new leash
They knew it
They blew it.
Apology
She apologised
He eulogised
She forgave him
Gave him her stuff.
Backing her stuff away
She slacked him before
Coming to the fore
No more wars being fought.
Sought his forgiveness
Bought into it
Brought together
Under the weather.
No longer plundering
And blundering
They hold hands
Folding together.
Responding
Feeling despondent
Responding to him
Dismissing him
And hissing at him.
Singing a diss song
Trying to sing high
Dying to scold
Crying while holding on.
Upholding herself
She told me
She grew cold
She threw him away.
A very bad day
Praying to be forgiven
Feeling sorry for him
Worrying about him.
Diss Song
They used to kiss
Dismissing him
Writing a diss song
Hissing at him.
She said ‘Mona Lisa’
Moaning about him
Groaning in anger
Atoning for it later on.
She hated him
Fated to break up
Bitter revenge
Avenging herself.
They tell lies
They tell lies
Dying to sell those
Rumours start swelling
Smelling of hatred.
‘You got bitten by a dog’
Bogged by sneering
Jeering at him
Leering at him.
Jenny’s hair was on fire
They mocked David for being inspired
Trying to harm their aspirations
Never charmed by their revenge.
Avenging goes both ways
These are not good days
No time for payback
Slacking both of them.
