Don't speak of loving me if you don't mean it.
It's all knotted up and strapped round your tongue.
Twisted as ******* razor wire.
You laugh as you sit there.
You set me on fire.
No denying.
I can be trying.
Trying at times at sixes on nines.
Two thirds a happy face that smiles.
One third a scowl.
A drawing, perfect picture.
In denial.
(c)Livvi