Twisted
I gave it to you,
Raw and red, broken and torn
For it was so hard to find someone who
Liked chess
And talked books
You laughed at it
Mocked at it
"I was sowing where I didn't reap"
I waited for you
To see beyond the glare of the eyes
And the words that spoke vile and bike
But you were the words
And you were the bile
And you were bile
So I took it back, broken and torn
And soothed it up with the balm of words and deeds and the breeze of life
And I forgot your words
And your eyes
And I loved and I showed what I reap
Adieu bitter one,
Life is mine as well
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