published: 23 /
12 /
2021
Spencer Robertshaw writes of heartache and romantic break-up in the latest poem in his 'Evidently Spencertown' poetry column.
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We were two as one
No one could do us done
Time was the gift we had
Now you're gone
I'm the one wrong
You paint me black and bad
But you your back
Taking up the slack
Saying please help me I'm sad
How dare you say you're sorry
How date you say you miss me
How dare you say your pain
Your tears are acid rain
How dare you say you're sorry
How date you say you miss me
How dare you say your pain
Your tears are acid rain
Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of pain
Cry me a river so intense
The song remains the same
Lady sings the blues
Weeping keeping low
Stepped on her blue suede shoes
Got nowhere to go
The sun forgets to shine
The birds forget to sing
All that's left is silence
Empty from within
How dare you say you're sorry
How date you say you miss me
How dare you say your pain
Your tears are acid rain
How dare you say you're sorry
How date you say you miss me
How dare you say your pain
Your tears are acid rain