New Amsterdams Poison In The Ink
Some might say it's over rated, staring at their shoes. You're arrows don't have poison but they bruise. I can't make peace with you. All my heart is on these pages, open to abuse. I should try to be dishonest but I lose. It's never been for you. Angry eyes, there's poison in the ink. You've got so much time to think about it. Try to put your finger on it and figure out what's right for me and mine. Expletives and explanations fade bruise colored blue. A thicker skin develops on the wound. I won't change it for you. I'm just telling the truth.
