Oh i do like to be a fly,
Sitting on a wall,
I use the chance to have a spy,
A boy, dark hair, dark eyes, rather tall,
With a girl, light eyes, dark hair, my oh my,
I see hands sliding, gripping and clothes that start to fall.
I'm just a fly, sitting on a wall,
I see the same boy, dark hair, rather tall,
With a different girl, shes undoing his tie,
But the boy says nothing,
Was his love just a lie ?
Im back on the wall, still just a fly,
He's back at the first girl, but she starts to cry,
Shes throwing things as her heart starts to die,
I guess i was right, his love was just a lie,
Yet i still sit on the wall, just me as a fly.
~ thank you
16.4.18
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Letters I'll never Send
Poetryhere are the poems of the things i could never say. the majority of these are indirect conversations of mine, based on true events. and yes, I've written all these independently :) enjoy
