Treasure Island

Charlie F. Kane

(14/1/1989 / Solihull, Birmingham)

Delilah


Delilah, why did you go and cut my hair?
I told you I loved you and you cut my hair,
And now I just watch and stare
As my kingdom falls down around me,
All because you cut my hair.

I was weak, I told you I loved you,
You said you needed proof,
So I went and told you the truth
Of my Achilles’ heel,
And you took your scissors out
And turned my life into ruins.

Delilah, why did you lie to me?
I thought, for a moment,
That I might be in love,
Then you went and cut my hair
And all I can do is cry and weep
As my friends fight around me.
Delilah, why did you cut my hair?
Couldn’t you break my heart instead?

Submitted: Friday, June 01, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 05, 2011
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