Chapter VI
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What a lie, what a lie
Euphoric spark turning blisters
With your lie, o I sigh
As I cry to my sisters
A spare, a spare am I
Who is the spare
And who is the eye?
But to answer, you wouldn't dare
Up that hill, o that hill
'Twas where I felt your purity
But up that hill, the first of thrill
You brought her there; no honesty
What am I, dear blue
All I know is a backup plan
You'd nigh near like an unwanted flue
I never knew and never ran
A friend or foe,
You laugh and bicker with her
What's she to you?
Our romance took such a stir
So cold, o so cold
Yet I have this right to remain silent
So bold, dear blue, you're bold
So bold to do something strident
You lie, so I sigh
Hide, hide the facts of her
Go and swiftly pass by;
Cold, cold, it's too cold to bare
With this, I'll try not to cry
Mine, you were never mine
E'ery sweet hi, now's the last bye
Cold, so cold at the end of the line
To my blue.
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryWhen she first felt disappointment in herself, she hid. When she wanted to step out and give it a shot, she took the step. When she first felt rejection, she renounced his presence. When she wanted to show her hidden truths, she spoke. When the butt...
