my darling dear such a tangled web you weave with
your cunning lies and your tasteless contrive.
can you see those eyes roll as you walk by?
I must be fooling myself to believe you can see through those bullshit eyes, blue like skies.
but you're just sweet as pecan pie
the kind so sweet you'd die.
and OH I DESPISE how he falls for your lies and chokes on the pie that you feed.
and i hate myself for loving him, while hes loving you, as you sit there radiating indifference
and through your indifference where love once bloomed will bud thorns of hateful bitterness
so keep weaving your web you sweet little thing. things will all work out in the end.
I'll be free of this pathetic 3 tine snare
his wounds from those bitter thorns will be in mend
while you all alone, will die inside as you choke on each lie in that pecan pie.
i havent decided if i want to throw this verse in there. the poem reads better with out it, but works better with it in when i put it to music.
*but lets not forget that he left you
due to your abounding fatuity
stop thickening the pie and let him go
you poor little thing ms.amanda snow.