these sounds you make inside my head
your hurried feet in hells bells
a good man can be faked
a good man is worth
a teeter bowl opinion
every asshole holds
a good man is there in his eyes
his smile his words
a good man cannot be fake
but your eyes so blink when i say
toxic tears and belladonna
dissolve and fade
all i said said said
so fair above the belt
so low below the pain
in song you are my mesmerelle
in life i sing in vain


3 Responses

  1. I guess how to sing doesn’t matter, what matters is that you sing!
    Nice write!!

    ~MM – Thanks Neilina :)!

  2. That does sing, Ms Mist. A sad bluesy type song, but definitely sings.

    ~MM – Thanks Paul! Its good to see you here :)!

  3. well written and so deep, the currents ripple below the surface of your words and one can not help but be swept away…..

    ~MM – Thanks Duma Key :)!

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