It's all on your tongue
the sour small talk
the bitter back-stabbing
it's all in your eyes
the lies
the manipulative disguise
it's all on your hands
the blood of a loved one
the guilt of a traitor
it's all in your head
the grudge that you gave up anything
the conjured-up crisis that you couldn't live your life
because of me
your own friendships
are your responsibility
It's painted on the wall
that you didn't tell me what was wrong
until it was too late
that two play this game
but only one gets the blame
it's not the way it should be
because if you blame it all on me
then there's no doubt
there's no putting trust in you
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Rough Sketches
PoetryLike rough sketches these poems outline my ideas. They summarise my thoughts and feelings but leave enough unsaid for you to colour in the rest. For some poems (Under, Walk to You) I used song lyrics as inspiration to help me get writing. The lyric...
