Caroline

Why seek a useless retreat, for all you cannot find, when nothing seems to please, I won't bear good news, that love just needs time, from me there’s always truth, I hate the hiss of Sardony, that doesn't rate sublime, or sometimes turns to Blasphemy, can't disguise the hue, case what's in his mind, I’ll leave that up to you, he shakes his car keys, the moon is on the rise, but brings no Odyssey, rather than a loving creed, for what you might divine, he'd prefer to bleed, forget any sense of ease, thoughts are the crime, you’ll rage at his deceit, somewhere down the line.