Semantics

semantics*

I do believe that eyes

Are windows to the soul.

And while you peek in,

Tell me, how visible

Are the shatters?

***

Because I’m a grass streak on society

That can’t be washed out

Just call me an ink stain

Since my words call you out

***

Oh, Big Book of Everything,

If all’s fair in love and war

Why do you cry wolf?

And why do I feel so slighted?

***

Rain is wet

The Pope is Catholic

The sun is hot

And you are fool’s gold.

***

For two years I played

Your game of Russian roulette

For reasons beyond me

I didn’t wind up dead

***

Refer to the drawing board

There’s a rock and a hard place

Love like yours are a dime a dozen

But they cost an arm and leg

***

All you are

Is a chip on my shoulder

I can roll with the punches

But I’ve never been more done

***

You say ‘no girl ever stays’

But if you want the truth,

A girl would have

And I couldn’t stay so young.

*****

*image from betanews.com

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