You gave me wine not water
You gave me the best of you
How I look hurting you
Well , you look beautiful
But Then I want you not
with this because
You see my mind not right
And you pick at
what is not yours to pick
And you let haters
all up in plan
To terror me
You hid but I know
you got anger
which I have never seen
But you want me not happy or well
Oh no I am a well
Which runs poring hope
All over your lies.
© lashes sullivan