9 September 2012

If your insults were stones,

I'd have broken bones.

If your mouth painted a picture,

I'd be very unsure,

Why I cared,

And why stay, I dared.

I knew it was dangerous,

Breakdowns various.

I knew you were mean,

I only wish I could've seen,

You were a waste of time.

But here I am now making a silly rhyme

ClaireTilleyLooking Back • Opuss № I