...And Pitched It
In such a mutual transgression of frustrating events, we went our separate ways.
Always shaking hands and giving the kiss on our cheek.
Leaving such a distance to be determined by our next meeting.
I feel like I’ve been ripped apart by your snarling teeth and mouth. Have I been lead down the wrong path?
Have we all been lead down the wrong path? The wrong way? Who is to say?