i cried a river;
it wasn’t enough -
to whet my wits,
and call your bluff.
i tried a thing,
or two, in vain;
i could not escape
the house of pain.
i lied to you -
didn’t occur to me,
‘t’d be so hard
to agree to disagree.
i hide away
my bother; i coy -
hush the man, and
play the boy.
i ride along -
for i’ve lost my way;
bide my tongue…
do as you say.
i denied myself
the right to speak:
i waived my voice
to the cackle of
the creek.
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 2:39 AM UTC
i cried a river;
it wasn’t enough -
to whet my wits,
and call your bluff.
i tried a thing,
or two, in vain;
i could not escape
the house of pain.
i lied to you -
didn’t occur to me,
‘t’d be so hard
to agree to disagree.
i hide away
my bother; i coy -
hush the man, and
play the boy.
i ride along -
for i’ve lost my way;
bide my tongue…
do as you say.
i denied myself
the right to speak:
i waived my voice
to the cackle of
the creek.
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