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My Suspicious Mind
“We’re caught in a trap,” that’s what Elvis said. But I can’t get your suspicious words out of my head. For you said you went to work but you went somewhere else instead.
I do not know just where you went, but I heard you didn’t go to work Somebody said you were at a club doing some dance called the twerk Another person said that you were hanging out with some big jerk.
I suppose that all my suspicions are due to the rumors in the air And people telling me I should live my life like the devil may care Those telling me to go to the club and meet some woman there.
But then again, what cause have I, to have suspicious thinking? The people who said they saw you had all been together drinking. And they’re the ones who benefit from my attitude that’s stinking.
For though you said you went to work and went to another place I remembered that you run at lunchtime to prepare for your big race Besides, the evidence is hearsay, if I was to try and make a case.
The clearer evidence is before me in the years that we have spent Your character is rock solid, yes to me, you were heaven sent I cannot believe I was so suspicious that my nose it got all bent.
So when you return from work and running ‘round the town I’ll be there to give you spa treatment, a thorough rub down With an apology for my suspicions that you were running ‘round.
I intend to break Elvis’s record about having a suspicious mind I have never thought about it, but I am not the suspicious kind For I am yours forever and I know you are forever mine.
Waiting
It’s dark out Walking home at night Shadows are lurking about Waiting to be known Trees swaying in the wind Clouds in the sky Thoughts clouding my mind A gut feeling is coming on A thought from the days trouble A thought that came with Death Murder Hope War I feel im being watched as those thoughts Come on I stop waiting But I hear the wind But then I hear the steps The blade being pulled My last breath
Shadows
Beneath twilight’s glowing hue, A whisper lingers on cooling air, A secrets veiled, perhaps untrue, Or truths corrupted beyond repair.
That steady creep of quiet feet, A shadow slips where none should go, Each fleeting sound, heart’s steady beat, Each silence shreiks of what I know.
A gaze that shifts, and words that stall, Intent that lurks behind a smile, They conspire? Not one, but all? As doubt consumes, my will beguile.
Oh, cruel suspicion, you painted veil, You twist my heart, you cloud blue skies. A fleeting thought, a dark betrayal, That turns my trust to wary eyes.
And yet, beneath your binding spell, A question burns with sharpened sting: Is all you whisper truth to tell, Or just cold wind’s imagining?
Whispers Of Suspicion
Beneath the moon's silver gaze so bright, Whispers dance in the cloak of night, In shadows deep where secrets sleep, The doubts of man his heart do sweep.
Unseen eyes from the darkness peer, Through the veil of truth and fear, A furtive glance, a cautious tread, Silent words that go unsaid.
Each step a journey through the haze, A labyrinth of mind’s dark maze, Where trust is thin as morning mist, And lies like serpents coil and twist.
What truths do linger, hidden well? In silence, do they rise and swell? Suspicion’s net is finely spun, Till night's shadows yield to dawn’s first sun.
Who Lurks There
Another blinker off the pen And my head is floating in the clouds. I was feeling weightless when I heard the strangest sound.
I thought it was the wind Just blowing my senses in. But a shadow crept Closer now to where I slept.
I called out into the night, Who lurks there in the dark? Surely, I’m not losing my mind. My senses are still somewhat sharp.
Alas, my mother would disagree. She says I’m smoking too many trees. Put down the devil’s lettuce And get on your knees.
Pray the temptation away And live to see another day. Perhaps it is her on the other side, Nagging me until I die.
suspicion
suspicion comes suspicion goes suspicion confirms what everyone knows
suspicion reflects suspicion suspends suspicion won’t break suspicion just bends
suspicion controls suspicion withdraws suspicion reverbs what the mockingbird calls
suspicion lays down at the foot of your bed suspicion will twist all the words that weren’t said
suspicion compares suspicion denies suspicion continues when everyone dies
Murdered
Side eyes and glances So many chances Should we run Or stay for the fun
Discussions and meetings Unspoken feelings Who is the one And why is there suddenly none
I pray to the lord I live another day I’m scared if I lie down I might see my last sun ray
Arguing and taking Someone is faking A shot is fired Everyone is tired
Is it really worth it in the end Whenever everyone is gone, past on the mend
A finale showdown Once the enemy is found Only one is left But that wasn’t for the best
I walk out alive Yet I’m not glad I survived I am still here Yet I am not near
☆Out Of Place☆
I wonder if they will figure out, The one piece to the puzzle, That one folded page in the book, Or the frame that is slightly out of place.
Or maybe their clueless, Staring at it too deeply, As Annabell Rose is long gone.
Their cluelessness amuses me, I’m an open book ready to be read, But they don’t read me. They read everyone else, As someone like me could never have done it.