I wear my heart on my sleeve
I hurt no one but me
But that said„
Who said honesty is always the best policy
I always seem to have to beg to please
But it’s not me.
And you’re not deserving -if that’s the way you’re gonna be.
I no longer have patience for anything„
Let alone another fleeting.
And I won’t give it away„ for just anybody’s keeping.
Sorry if i bend at the knees -with a certain greeting„
But that’s me„ and you simply get what you’re seeing.
And just like anyone else, under all -I’m just a fragile being.
Bones hang off my closet shelf„ and my hearts had many a break in
Therefore I’ve learnt„ patches aren’t just for quilts and nicotine craving…