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Apr 2013
Forgive me dear heart for my sin,
I never did what was written on the tin.
Poor lost broken and confused?
Blue, black and broken and abused?
I wasn’t no guitar solo ready to break
I am not giving - so you cannot take!
Who was that in the mirror, was it me?
I never was my cup of tea;
I was no conflict, no part of this war
But yet I understand what I’m dying for-
Who was that in the mirror, who was I then?
Not one but twice around and then again
It was not your heartbeat I felt in my hand
You think I was something you have planned.
Well **** me I was never that ****,
And if you think that’s rude, I’m just being blunt!
I don’t want no sorry, I don’t want to apologise
I am what I am, this is no disguise.
I do not listen to tales of woe or deceit
I do not think listen to myself on repeat.
I never did what I thought I ought to do
I am not a mirror image of you.
There is a department for your complaint
Don’t find me there coz I aint,
I don’t keep score, because I don’t play the game
Oooo the shock, the hypocrisy and the shame.
I hear a sharp intake of breath by my side
And here we go again around and down for the ride
Who am I? Who the **** are you?
Here’s your money back, now go take a pew
Oh heart, how dost thou love now?
I don’t, I never took no holy vow.
So forgive me and reconcile
Turn down those thoughts by the volume dial
And no I could never write a better rhyme,
Don’t give me your hand and then waste my time.
Forgive me dear heart for I forgot you were there,
I’ll remember tho for this ruin is too much to bear.
Rachael Stainthorpe
Written by
Rachael Stainthorpe  Huddersfield
(Huddersfield)   
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