Honest Amore

In a circle we go,

To and throw,

Riding the waves on the irony of the merry go round,

Searching through the crowds,

My feet don't feel secure anymore on the ground,

But to u I am bound,

My love is whole and therefore round.

It feels like u won't even throw me a pound of lard

And this is hard to take onboard,

I feel like u don't think of me as a reward,

but rather a chore,

And that is at the very core,

Of why I'm so bitter and sore.

Can u give me any more,

Can u hold me and make me feel adored,

Or will u cast me to a distant shore,

For me to find an honest amore.


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