Cold War
The cold war starts, I hear the sounds of it.
Many a stormy nights have I witnessed.
Afraid to look, I cry myself to sleep,
comfort me so, my tears on my pillow.
I stare in space and wonder why you fight.
You curse, he swears, it never ends, you know.
Fierce words exchanged, you come almost to blows.
The vows you made were lies, great lies.
Marry in haste – you will regret, you will!
The choice you made was wrong, admit it now.
True colours seen at last, alas, too late.
Divorce is but an answer out of this.
It’s peace I want, love me, you must, you must!
To live to tell this fateful tale, so sad.
Lionel L
(11 Apr 1997)
