The Swerve

Step aside, you wanton man
for I have taken all I can
Your menial and pitied grace -
made one think of a passing place

And when the cracks began to show
some furious,  some too damned slow
Pretence in all it's firm embrace -
drew out for me a passing place

Forgiveness in the plural sense
hacked at my heart and confidence
Too many lines there to erase -
except a curving passing place

Time won't heal nor make you see
the damage you have done to me
No silence due,  no touching base -
I've mapped out my next passing place

I'll always love you,  sure of it
but we longer click and fit
The only way for breathing space -
drive straight towards that passing place

Now I'll give you a wider berth 
to find me on this huge green earth 
You'll only run a loser's race -
while I'm parked in my passing place

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Another rather sad one this week. Altogether now aaaaaaaaah....choooo!  Won't be long until humorous Helena's back. She can't stay away.  Oh, and it's Music Monday/ Tuesday Tunes time again. I wished you guys would join....my iPod's gagging for it!.......Quick Sticky Bits

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