Turning the Coat
What am I doing wrong? I do not know
But love flies too, as the raven must crow
His song sings of happiness and sorrow
Happy, sad days, another tomorrow
When we loved each other, shy to admit
Crushes were fatal; I, the hypocrite
Gave out advice to someone who crushed on
The same one I did, I was woebegone
Playing two faces, in opera style
Dealing out cards, Benedict Arnold smile
Turncoat at ready, the plans behind back
But when I turned, I nearly had heart attack
I realized pitfall of deception
Would friends still care? Am I the exception?
So my coat is still friend-side out, colors
Scarlet and black, painted watercolors
What am I doing wrong? I do not know
But love flies too, as the raven must crow
His song sings of happiness and sorrow
Happy, sad days, another tomorrow
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