Confession
It was winter where you were
and summer where I stayed
When you'd weap to me
Tell me of the previous day
My heart broke in half
With the secrets you spilled
My knees grew weak
I turned ill
I hid my face
and weaped alone
because the stories you told
mimicked my own
I rested together your palm in mine
and told of a story we'd hear in due time
beat a dog enough and it learns to bite
as tame as it is it can still put up a fight
It's leash will be snapped
and it's master will fear
the heart of the dog
and the howl you hear