Not another tea party,
tight smiles and sharp corners,
loneliness posing like closing doors on old friends
I'll bring the champagne if it makes people talk
or when I want them to talk I'll tear off the tablecloth
Day after day
they crawl to my gates
Not another apology,
I want you to detonate
not switch on with a purpose
The wind can tell you what I mean
Passing all the minefields,
stuck in a heartbeat,
drowned in silence
I don't want another tea party,
tight smiles and sharp corners,
politely posing all my commands as a question
Please just walk in and
break all the china.
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