olive branch

didn’t write a song about you today

my mind it was elsewhere

tripping on genuine beauty 

with my mind on her 

no room for mistakes 

could’ve beens 

and the grossly negative

would’ve died for you

nearly did

want to live for her

not one second slip

thought that you were special

now specially converted

to a truth that’s been perverted

you’re a bad somebody to know

two fingers for the past

an those who rode it

road must be exploded

would’ve died for you

nearly did

want to live for her

not one second slip


olive branch

splinters

permeates

a cancer

verminous

may learn from this

under duress

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