Quirk

So now I strap on my armour.
And laugh at the Karma.
You're such a charmer.
But really what are ya?
All I see is a face.
A whore with no tatse.
In a stiuation you placed.
Youself in, a disgrace.
You'll want me when I'm gone.
Cleanin guns.
Four mile runs.
Under an Afgan sun.
And I'll probably think back.
To the way I used to act.
Always tryin to attract.
Your antenntion.
With unmatched afection.
Now I've dealt with rejection.
I'm movin onto reflection.
I'll never write to you, or call you at night.
Never tell you I love you when the feelin's right.
You'll never see me again.
I promise you that.
-H