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Metaphorical noose, rhetorical abuse, You’re talking to yourself again.
At least it saves a brick wall from an awkward conversation, about the weather.
I’m the timber, you’re the tree, without you there’d be no me.
You’re the glue that keep the doweling rod place, Holds us together.
So when you’re slipping, I feel the pull, when you’re exasperated, I lose my cool.
You’ve always been a rock, on which I can depend.
But you compromise yourself to much, just to be a good friend.
I saw you dance beneath the gallows, it’s your ironic take on swing,
Strung yourself up by the thumbs again, before you let me in.
Self depreciative yearning chokes off a lesson nearly learnt.
You always took good care of me now it’s my turn.
I am the hope in hopeless, but you’re the faith in faithful.
What is life without a little faith, faith in yourself.
It’s amazing what, a well placed smile can do and you’ve got perfect timing,
Just when my day is turning blue you summon up the warmth inside me.
When I feel burnt out, you see my smouldering embers.
You bring me back to flames.
I saw you dance beneath the gallows, it’s your ironic take on swing,
Strung yourself up by the thumbs again, before you let me in.
Self depreciative yearning chokes off a lesson nearly learnt.
You always took good care of me now it’s my turn.
I’m the Plunkett to your Macleane,
So you know I’ll never walk away,
At the end of every day, we’re thick as thieves so here I’ll stay.
If you feel like you’re wearing thin,
A little piece of you is lost within,
I’ll be around to lift up your chin.
I saw you dance, now I’m cutting in.
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