a loud voice is
silenced
by a million voices

regardless of
right or
wrong

Falling for toxic boys
when will we realise
Mr. Wrong wreaks havoc
whereever he goes
leaving behind a litany of woes

What’s the attraction of the bad lad?
known universally as a cad
pure catnip for some women
in their pool I won’t be swimming

Maybe their addicted to drama
flying in the face of karma
is ungentlemanly behaviour mistaken for passion
or wearing a lothario the new fashion

Their well versed in the art of seduction
continuously rehearsing their next production
maybe romance with a ladies man is a headrush
back in the day I had many a bad lad crush

She has a laugh so hearty
always up for a party

Inside shes full of regret
past actions she can’t forget

She has humour so loud
always pleasing the crowd

Inside she’s sighing
her soul crying

She can dance all night long
knows the words of every song

Inside she’s lonely
looking for her one and only

She has an air of confidence
always fun in her presence

Inside she is sad
driving herself mad

She needs herself to forgive
then she can really live

Early to rise, early to bed
gives me a dull head
I try this path to tread
but it takes me forever to retire to bed
once I get there it can become my homestead

I can’t help it I was born this way
I could stay up all night and sleep all day
If only life didn’t get in the way

I’ll do it in my own sweet time
don’t need a bribe
keep your nickle and dime
I don’t follow the tribe
I word my own rhyme
your politely worded scribe
caused me to mime
your simpering vibe
I’m swimming in slime

He filled me with longing

gave me a sense of belonging

When I finally accepted

my love he rejected