[French Duke]

Ok this is a bit more sincere - about my last, very painful breakup. She dumped me by the way.

Twist It Well

273 miles I loved you across
But now I cant find a line
So stick the knife in and push me to the kitchen floor
There’s nothing you’re doing to me now that hasn’t been done before
You twist it well, its ivory carved and so elegant, enclosed in your hand
And your voice, it hits me in surround
With all the lies about our so called wedding plans


Its cold down here on the tiles
on the terracotta dreams of our infancy
The intimacy we shared seems like it was in vain
and the words passed are now forming and becoming stains
So come on and twist it well, how you want and wrench it from me
All I can think about was that June
And that night with you as the bride, me as the groom.

Please give me some feedback - its not finished yet but I am working on it.