Wordly- wise he thinks him self
Talks, laughs, and judges with no offend
Withal heart strings such a strange
Holding insensate hard- shell core
Owns tongue loadedwith darts
Causing bloodshed to tender hearts
I wonder what past brought on your crual
Can someone like you see the path of cure
You broke my heart once in the past,
And someone one day will show you how it tastes. |
