Dust

There is no “them” don’t let it through
That is a lie masked as a bruise
He will look at you but call her muse
Simple tactics to make one blue

They are not two, there is no “us”
Don’t let his rouge make you cuss
There’s many girls under his bus
His desire for them will turn to dust

© Delia Ross. 2019

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