Falling on my Sword

I wonder would you notice

staring at a puddle drinking water out of focus

white skirt exposes

such a bum

why don’t you think about your own kids

You chose this

now I’m falling on my sword

your bleeding heart can’t feed me

Knee bended

he proposes

you want a ring

you want a garden made of roses

and the champagne

it’s imported

went through hell and back just to get it sorted

You chose this

now I’m falling on my sword

your bleeding heart can’t feed me

I’m not hungry anymore