Who Is She

[billy]

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Who is the one who twists my soul
with wicked deed or so it seems
who makes a knot so thick and tight
it makes me cringe in fear and fright
and laughs to me without respite
her wayward acts aren’t that at all
it's only I who makes me fall

she’s pure and true with darkest eyes
and still with accusations I let fly
she has no fault or need for pander
though she bears the brunt of slander
as through minefield after minefield I meander
she forgives me time and time again
and all the while I shower her with blame

I hear her tender tones, of calm
and then, like some demented fool
I scream and shout I pay her with excuse
she takes it dies a little more from my abuse
but never tells or shows me I'm bad news
she loves me and she shows it in her deed
to give herself to me her in fateful need

she always makes me smile and kiss
shows me how I’ve been remiss
now I’ve come to realize that if
I make her die as she does in many ways
with piece by broken piece of heart it's I
who has the fault within
not her this princess without sin

who is the one I talk about?
I call her Rainbow, staunch and proud
she makes me smile, and laugh aloud
smothers me with love and lust
when in my tantrums I withdraw
she is all I ever need and yet I push
make her squirms as words I use
destroy her mind and soul
though with this poem, love and care
with tender words of heart
may I show I know my crime?
and ask forgiveness...