Keep your tempo, honey <br />coz sarcasm's after you, <br />on you, I'll put my money <br />you will feed my entire crew, <br />of broken hearted and the betrayed, <br />the not-there-yet and the made, <br />Poetic justice is hiding behind the closet, <br />too afraid that it might get killed by the musket, <br />of lies and empty promises, <br />I played the dart of life, all misses, <br /> <br />Keep hiding, honney <br />coz your lies will kill you, <br />golden as an emmy, <br />white as an igloo, <br />you're the hostess of your own award show, <br />for girls who know, <br />how to hurt by hitting, <br />you with words of serious beatings. <br />You're good at that, honney <br />for you there ain't no Easter bunny. <br /> <br />This town ain't big enough, <br />even if we cut it in half, <br />you might want my share, <br />but i don't care! , <br />coz i already grabbed a taxi to 'happy' street! <br />near the streets of the 'broken hearted' and 'betrayed, <br />just left of the 'not there yet' and 'made'. <br />you already decided without deciding, <br />and I accepted without accepting, <br />you don't like me...<br /><br />Lou Embalsado<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-girl-accurate-words-for-inaccurate-times/
