RareForm
Bluelight Crew
Pretty soon it was my turn to speak
and i held up my hands,
waved my little white flag
in surrender.
He sauntered past the truth
and made it look miniscule
and improper
while i stood at the platform
waiting for a sign to appear.
Sarcastically i am not angry,
while every slight slip of the tongue
is a revelation to the observer;
i see more
than you give me credit for.
and i held up my hands,
waved my little white flag
in surrender.
He sauntered past the truth
and made it look miniscule
and improper
while i stood at the platform
waiting for a sign to appear.
Sarcastically i am not angry,
while every slight slip of the tongue
is a revelation to the observer;
i see more
than you give me credit for.
