15 July 2012
Rumours, words, Fill my ears Hurt, betryal, Fuels my tears.
Whispers, hushed, Make me look. glances, glares, Read like books.
Stares, look mad. I'm getting scared. The hushed words tell Of your grand affair.
She smiles at me, And I sneer back. So this is the one You're with in the shack.
Tears in a stall Cry me a well. I'm hoping you have fun in hell.
People console me, Like a delicate bird. They ask me about it. YES. So I've heard.
So I've Heard. • Opuss № I