Tuesday, 8 February 2022

Throwback Terror 

Don’t box me in, shout or holla

Don’t fight my love or grab my collar

Dont swear out loud or call me fat

Dont ridicule my words or cause a spat

Release a dream then let it go

Catch deceit then tell it no

Try to sleep, the hurt will go

the cure you see, is to let it be

take a rest then wait and see

Catch a minute of breath or calm

To start again will cause no harm. 

It’s just a tattoo on my arm



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