He crossed the line. Which urged me to cross The line.
There I stood With my lips clipped In a tight line,
Curved, forming a smile While a fire raged In my heart Bound by nothing No boundaries, no lines
But I did nothing And let him believe That I believed Him
As he gave me some line Explaining what he did Justifying What couldn’t be
I cracked a joke And seemed to let it go I flashed a smile As if my anger died I blabbered on As if nothing had gone wrong
For I knew that It was the only practical way To react, Society would say, Because guys are guys And they do what they do
But there is a fine line Between practical and right And the bottom line is that He crossed the line.