Poison Pen

"Dear John", so begins a famous old story
"Goodbye / au-revoir / thanks for the memory."
Keep it short and sweet if you really care.

D-I-Vor-C-E can be so hurtful,
It makes public property of things that are so personal.
All the friends and family grab their share.

Ink is black, as black as night,
Black as thoughts that shun the light.
Truth will out and maybe then
You'll put down that poison pen.
Poison pen.

Everyone enjoys sharing a rumour
But when it's aimed at you it loses its humour.
Sometimes words so innocent cut so deep.
Everybody keeps telling me, "talk is cheap"
Sometimes words so innocent - they cut so deep.

Black as night, as black as coal,
Black as thoughts that cast a shadow
Right across my soul.
I thought that you were my friend
Until you picked up that poison pen.