Dark Poetry #4 |
Lost and Forgotten Innocence |
green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
We've come this far To not fall in this war It isn't war of guns and blades But still it makes us sore I give you what I have But sometimes I hold back I have to hold myself For you to come and grab forceful disease I'd rather your please We get to do as we do Me get to you as He'll do See it do to sit on you Riding and breathing Flying and seething But still it makes us sore I give and I have Slipping on my back Why am I by myself For you to come and grab Feeding disease You never said please Touch slightly; lightly to fly Permissive silence allows me to die Begging to feel you try Touch my tongue and learn to fly I'd rather you didn't die Why don't you try Fly, don't die, but try less than Jesus |
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