When I see you kiss loose lips
This little soul just writhes.
Know I of the truth of you
And know I of these lies.
When I see you strut the streets
And as you tilt your hat-
To a body so dished out:
My eyes can't handle that.
Yes I see you visit them;
Frock them in their gloom.
I just want to kill for fear;
Fall dead right in that room!
As I see you look my way;
Retired to your loft-
Battered hearts smile knowingly-
And break ever so soft.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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