High Speed Way

I was entrenched in a safe world of joy and whimsy

Until you walk in with a crude and ugly mood

Bleed all over me

With your hurricane force winds

Blowing over my tumbleweeds of feelings

With your blustery breath

Knock me over like a 9 pin

Why don't you?

With your bowling ball words

Penchant for breaking promises

You shut me out, sourcrout

Sit in your room and pout

Sometimes my fragile mind

Is far from stout

I flee in my mind because you mistreated me

You stole my trust in your words

And threw them asunder

But then I am used to that

Because you so often run over my feelings

In your high-speed way