Poem: What’s Wrong.
Whats Wrong.
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What’s wrong baby. Why do you act so strange.
Let’s have some straight up conversation
For a bloody change.
This situations gone astray
Away beyond recall
You played your scene the straight way
But you never cried at all.
What’s up baby. Why do you act so strange
Let’s have some truthful conversation
For a bloody change.
Each time the phone rings
It’s a waiting game you play
The black look in your baby blues
It does not fade away.
I looked today when you came home
I saw it passing by again
I saw that slinky red car
Saw it moving through the rain.
What’s happening baby
Why do you act so strange
Let’s have some lucid conversation
For a bloody change.
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