“It concerns me is all,”
I forced myself to say
As the weight of my words he shrugs away.
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And his face shoots up.
A crossed X forms
In the glance thrown my way.
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“A drunkard I am not,
I shall drink as I say.”
I’ll let it be another day.
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“Maybe you’re right,” I beg myself to say.
Have you brought a horse to water
If it’s only halfway?
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I searched for a story to lull me away.
If it were a matter of life and death
He wouldn’t be this way.
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But the night last he was taken bad.
Six stabs up along his arm
And the skin healed fast but the scar did stay.
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Truth be, it were a matter of life and death
Truth be, I knew it till his grave
Now he is too late to save
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Sorry I dont know how to keep the verses separate so Ive used hypons,
Please be as brutal as you like!
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