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Vexed

Simple or its not
The reason that I got
Validity ain't sought
just nagged alot
I begged to stop, now we are both caught
No time  thats bought
when heads are hot, no fox to trot
With one last shot
Our new division
A heart's circumcision
I feel I might implode this episode
The tone thats spoke
And words that choke
Hope to envoke, more truth than folk
Just need to cope, this misanthrope,
And pull the cloack
Thats blinding our vision


Mishogeny, oh me
No Stewing in self pity
The lesser need to be
keen with  my provision
Play symphony, with me
The strings and brass compete
Just like my mind with ease
Within this sound conviction

Oh oh oh oh

Proceed and lease me with a final noise
Melody I see through days gone bleak
but facts have riddled us complete
with parts unlinked -like  toys
A hoping heart always deserves its choice
but somehow theres regret once it deploys


Quite drained and I am vexed
You kept balance and checks
Too much too injest, Not something we can put to rest
Done shifting food on these plates, And these installment rates
No use to displace, A seperate path equates

Confide the lie – to carry on – you met your darkest match
Contrite to hide it – what is wrong – the answers still attached
You light a candle with the sun – Still fire will not catch
Get up the gut to sing along – But you spoiled the batch

Irrevokably you spoke to me, like ropes to feet, in hopes to be, a bold defeat – Should I compete or let it be
Spewing hurt to me - Nothing too discret
Not a minute saved in progress  -
Seems so infinite this distress
Just our thoughts to bare this
And we both seem to care less
So lets just end this whole mess

Confide the lie – to carry on – you met your darkest match
Contrite to hide it – what is wrong – the answers still attached
You light a candle with the sun – Still fire will not catch
Get up the gut to sing along – But you spoiled the batch


Inside I lie - cause still I long - Just fragments of pathetic fading song
Insight is why - I knew this wrong - Past to do me wrong, but still my feet keep moving on.
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