What words do I use - do they even exist
To help lift my soul from this low
The fog is so thick and clouding the way
The left or the right way to go

The perfect picture life of bliss
Painted for me, by you
Was only outlines that you sketched
My love filled in all the hues

Of all the hurts that you could choose
You’ve given them all before
Something novel I would expect
Not the same cloak that you once wore

You caught me twice on the same hook
I hang my head in shame
I allowed love to dull my sight
And was a pawn again, in your game

The glue on my soul was not yet dry
From not even six months ago
What words do I use, do they even exist
To help lift my soul from this low*

24/03/2011