Is this song or is this rhyme?
None can tell, only time.
Was I wrong to think of him,
As mine alone to hold within?
I think not for I am well,
Well enough that I do yell
At all the things that pass me by
Leaving me alone to cry.
I loved him once yet too late
My love has turned to putrid hate.
Let him rot within the ground,
As my spirit doth prance and bound.
Must I always lose?
Must I always have to ooze?
Ooze I do yet rather not,
For abandonment have I taught,
Fear of losing what was never mine,
For this blasphemous saying I soak in brine,
That once I shared whole-heartedly inside.
I end this now on a simple note,
I hope that not a soul will quote
A word that I have said today,
And please leave me to roll in my dismay.