You may think I‘m just a mime.
My tongue says words of silence as if lame.
My face expresses no mood but a placid sheet.
I give you a serene look from head to feet.
You may think your thought is right.
But, I can tell you are so wrong.
My heart is bursting with the endless rue
That you left me out of the blue,
And went for another man.
So, I’m not the mime that you think.
I’m a murdered man though I blink.
I’m a murdered man with breath; Deep inside, I’m tragically dead
As I was mentally killed by you
Who don’t feel any shame,
And think I’m just a mime.
I shall stay away from you
For the rest of my time.
Ms.Murder
- Stephen Hugs
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 5:23 AM UTC
You may think I‘m just a mime.
My tongue says words of silence as if lame.
My face expresses no mood but a placid sheet.
I give you a serene look from head to feet.
You may think your thought is right.
But, I can tell you are so wrong.
My heart is bursting with the endless rue
That you left me out of the blue,
And went for another man.
So, I’m not the mime that you think.
I’m a murdered man though I blink.
I’m a murdered man with breath; Deep inside, I’m tragically dead
As I was mentally killed by you
Who don’t feel any shame,
And think I’m just a mime.
I shall stay away from you
For the rest of my time.
Ms.Murder
- Stephen Hugs
