Acrimony, that's what life is
when roses turn black
and thorns cut like blades.
Why allow the crows to peck you
then blame me for the cause…
Would you loosen up the reigns
so torrents would tear me down…
To these yearnings I clung
to whatever paths we may have been to
Why bade this prize away
when it could have been saved from hell
Spare me this unearthly despair
No dead ends for us...
I'll fight over and win my prize!
February 2, 2011
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