The Colour Fool

Quick little dabble just writing and seeing where it went.

She said to me

forgiveness is of the weak

whispering treachery 

lips softly outlining

where marks would fall

from the knife at my back

held my hand

lend me in

deeper, around another bend

fingers gripping into a heart

that's never fought

I'm a w***e to be bought

love me, hate me

cast me away

just promise to make best

how you use, abuse, consume

I gladly part from my soul

as long as it serves you

they coloured me the fool

I pitied how they knew

the tragedies that ensue

bliss makes love so grand

truth has a way of ruining the land

lies, deception, and clever conceptions

faith, forlorning, agony and torment

embrace it all again

just a taste to bring me

back to life again

my heart is yours to rent

I promise you its cheap.