Stolen
All I want is the beauty that is mine,
that is me
Left to a trust that discovery shows is in moral
bankruptcy
Lost and lies and never to be found again
Taking no
care, taking no time, taking a powder on thoughtfulness
Here take this, another lie to get you
by gets the liar by
Every twist, every turn, every attempt to
burn, countered
Look what I found, look what I see, look what I
know
One more rise up on the hatred scale of things left for me
So round and round it goes and where it
stops, I know
Taken to tears, taken to fears, taken I hope, to
jail
Take that, take this, take a number on an orange jump
suit
Hell I faced, I overcame, your turn now, accept the shame
Intimately known, to me at least
Never
did it have to go down this road
Grown up considerations, alas
don't exist in fairy land
So now, getting on to happily ever after
must be made to wait
G.R. Hambley ©
April
03, 2014