Scottish

The storm continues to rage

As I hide in the back of the cave.

Hoping all of this doesn’t end up

With me in an empty grave.

Shires spill up around

Your voice with that Scottish accent.

Hold to that at times, my dear

Then decide I should repent.

Nobody will ever know my secret

As I pretend to be aware

It happens to be quite painful

But not really enough to share.

As if time split our lives in half

Sharing secrets we never reveal.

I’d like to say you’d go willingly

But I know I’d need to steal.

While crying one night over lies

You told me we’d never part.

I always knew where to end up

I just never knew where to start.

Today I’ll pretend to be here

But you know where I am.

Life circles around the lies

And I, its sacrificial lamb.

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