The Sickness of love
The wings of the mist rose from the sea
The wind dazzling and cold
The feeling of being free
Whist me away and I was sold
Sold on this place for this would be my home
As I sat, thoughts of you passed through my mind
Your untimely affair was like a syndrome
It sickened me for how could I be so blind
So blind to see that you were the problem
Your face, your pure beauty
You were as modest as a national anthem
I fell in love with you and your personality
That night we spent together out in moonlight
That night was quite a night, quite a night
That year came and passed
The next the same
The third year she found out and was aghast
She saw you and me together and that night I was to blame
I tried to reason with her
You tried to hide
I sparked her anger
And she saw me standing by your side
She ran in revenge at you
You tried to get her away
She tried to pursue
You both were in dismay
Grabbed my hunting rifle
I didn’t know
I shot my lover who was loyal
And I shot you down in that condo
I ran in horror
I had lost you two
I did it all with anger
That night I could not undue
I stand here lost and confused
As I looked out to sea and remembering your blood
How it came out flowing and oozed
How this was your fluid
Revenge was served in an unjust manner
And the wings of the mist rose from the sea
I rose up my white banner
And I felt the feeling of being free
Copyright © October 2009
Dandy Lion
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