There was blame, and she was blaming.
Attachments, names, and she was naming.
Sounded lame, I was reframing.
So much shame when we start shaming.
I said, “Makes no sense, so please hold on.”
I took some light, on no facts shone.
With no past tense, and she was gone.
She jumped the fence, and she was gone.
I took it hard, no, I’m just cunning.
I hit the road, looked both ways running.
Most lies are cold and twice as stunning.
Warm my bones on beaches sunning.