Comments about Terri Louise
No Love Lost Here
Through my mind your words do play, every second, every day,
And these vines they wrap and tightly bound, around this soul a choking sound.
But here I stay with no escape, refused resistance, pressured nape.
Whilst in the distance, someone plays, mindless games, unknown betrayed.
Denial is strong and grips her tight, she won’t see me if she plays at night.
A story woven, between us two, you kept us separate to keep it true.
And this web was weak, an easy break, but still we guard it, to