Unlucky/Honeyed Verbs

[mc_peepants06]

You're mad at me, and I for you
but why is my question.
Through this frantic dance of tangoed heat
you'd rather stop and make a hasty retreat
than to finish this war.

Tongues will spread the words
because honeyed verbs are the best tasting ones.
Stories will be heard
because stories will be heard.

I'm the foolish one, for bring my pen to this table
for almost believing that caring wasn't a fable anymore.
Count the scores of scars on my heart
if one day you dare care to count.

But if you're just going to depart
why have I buried myself in the ground.

Six feet, seven feet, jungle toes and prose
Trapped in the rabbit hole, not knowing where it goes.
I am an escaped convict to this type of game
and every exit I use is exactly the same.
The path, my friend, will never ever change.

Tongues will spread the words
because honeyed verbs are the best tasting ones.
And I'm unlucky enough to have been standing
when falling was my only option.
Stories will be heard, because no one rejects a story
until after it is heard.

I'm unlucky enough to have never heard the story.
But,

Even down in this hole, it's words reached me.
I wished they never had. Unlucky.