Sweet Irony

Sweet Irony

A Poem by Amy Beth Storey

 

She protected her heart like it was her life
Broken too many times to count or care
She’s beaten and bruised and kicked around,
Used and moved to somewhere else
She hides inside herself
 
Isn’t funny how the only one
She couldn’t protect herself from
Was herself?
 
Oh sweet irony, take me home again
Kill sweet irony, killing hearts of man
Oh sweet irony, take me back again
Kill sweet irony, killing hearts of man
 
He was always the quiet one in the room
Wall flower, no one would’ve even missed him there
He was ignored and shunned by everyone,
Taking it in with what he couldn’t bear.
His escape was one unknown,
Always the good kid, no one would’ve expected this
 
Isn’t it funny how the only thing that took him away
Was the bottom of an empty bottle,
Just to live for another day alone
 
Oh sweet irony, take me home again
Kill sweet irony, killing hearts of man
Oh sweet irony, taking them home again
Kill sweet irony, killing hearts of man
 
She always said she was in love with him
Each guy that came along, she swore he was the one
And they all broke her heart, again and again
Her friends loved her, but she felt too used
 
She never told anyone,
Except that she told everyone
And when she finally did the deed,
Was anyone really surprised?
 
Isn’t it funny how the only thing
She couldn’t love was herself?
 
Oh sweet irony, take me home again
Kill sweet irony, killing hearts of man
Oh sweet irony, you’ll take them home again
Kill sweet irony, killing hearts of man
 
Sweet irony, taking lives and dreams
Sweet irony, taking everything that seems good
Sweet irony, killing hearts of man
Sweet irony, taking them all

Well take them home again

© 2008 Amy Beth Storey


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Amy Beth Storey
Amy Beth Storey

Air Force Base, SD



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