Thursday, July 15, 2010

Sour Grapes

Faces in a lovely mosaic
Words that sound like poetry
But bring pain
And sadness between the lines

Give me a dime
I was fighting
For a love I thought was mine
Just a line in time

Poets sing
They laugh and cry
Bleed for their art
Love even tho they fall apart

The beauty in his eyes
Was captivating
The sureness of his goodbye
Unbelievably grating

There's a trick here
A lesson that jabs a blow
Smile and say
Never wanted to love, you know?

But it's just sour grapes
Thanks Asap
Call me Wolf
And away I stalk...

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