A HANDFUL OF ACCIDENTS.  

A handful of accidents

Cactus in your eyes

You don't surprise me

Increase your need

Escape to feed

Yourself your greed

Disturb me for two tens

Two times

I think I'd rather hurt you

A pocketful of secrets

For your troubles

For your double cross

Excuse me while I heal myself

While I hate you more

Each time we meet

I scream myself to sleep

I won't speak your language

Correct the damage

You leave me with

Cold hands and crying eyes

To caress

Think I'd rather hurt you

Teach you

Show you

Who I really am

Don't despair

And the truth is my tool

My device

Your stranger

And your crying coins

Scream deceit

Again

Keep pretending

Someday you'll see me

© Littlejoga 4/6/2k