Another blues song (rated WSP for wallowing in self=pity)

He never said it, 'twas no hope
By all rights I shouldn't cry
He only gave me enough rope
For the wind to string me by
I can not blame him for this
I knew when I was going in
I would just be a stolen kiss
and an improper fleeting whim

I lost my magic as a muse
The inspiration was no more
I held on but it was no use
he still hurt me to the core

Now I'm a badly written verse
A notch made on a leather belt
A point for drama in reverse
A road travelled but not felt

7 thoughts on “Another blues song (rated WSP for wallowing in self=pity)

  1. U lodha tuj pa m’i blete, si s’t’boni njeri descant në self=pity, përveçse ke ai djali që u dend tuj pi alkool, femna e femna. Jam shumë e plakme moj nan.

  2. Që s’i ke humb, e kom stërpa, pa ene e shoh.

    P.S.
    M’i bëj të fala Che Guevarës meqë po e bëj të ndihet i gjallë.

  3. Meqë je e çkatht n’pergjigje, a din gjë, pse s’të del ai syni ku mbledh rreze kur më reply? Po s’du t’më thuash që kombinohesh me emrin tim se nuk besoj që ngjaj me tët ëmë (për mëmën e kisha fjalën).

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