Provocation

Where are you now, I’m scathed and bleeding
Do I echo in your ears when pleading?

You have my heart brushed on that canvas
Does it incite the same old flame now?
Left lone! So what? I can still grow old
It seems hushed which was once veneer vow

You know how much of my blood you owe?
How many sleepless nights I spent in woe?

Did you not say we were like jigsaw?
Which you toyed and broke into pieces
Are you brave enough to place it again?
They make you so vain, those vain teases

What about those tears you cried you croc?
Knock me today if you ought to knock

‘Morrow I’d be scared but not bleeding
‘Morrow must change, must not be pleading