Open Poetry #45 |
My ugly body |
N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
If I told you a warrant was to be served Would you believe it was to be deserved A warrant of freedom to be preserved I could do without you You're just mad you got caught Got slammed into the threads of karma I'm just glad we never fought Never to get tangled in the webs of karma Like a snail that creeps its way Forever slowly tempting the sands of time Is it fair to slay her were she lay Death is apart of life, or so I find A memory to me, just a memory So I used to sing heartaches melody So I used to cry, it was sad to me Now, Your, Just past-tense Hence, My every bright smile. NOW! YOU! SCREAM! To take me, back. Relax. Father time enjoys his torture far too much So I must lay my trust In his tortures and such To give in to this love we call lust. |
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