Maybe Revenge

She played the chords of my heart,

The tune she knew quite well

She’s done this many, many times

A show that always sells

I questioned her in silence, my outsides showing tell,

This feeling of uneasiness, my feet on edge,

Mary gazed from higher ground,

Forced me to descend,

Her hands were soft and gentle, petals from rose

Reaching out with both her hands! My eyes began to close

Tearing out my will to live

I knew it was revenge.

 

 

 

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