Open Poetry #31 |
Till death do you part |
Foxyoasis Senior Member
since 2003-06-10
Posts 974Atlantic Beach,Fla |
You want it all my greatest love you want it all to yourself you played with me turned me inside out and took my arms from beneath my feet the clouds turning the spells yurning to envoke the spirit inside your evil self the catch 22 with your eyes...oh..how they glisten with false hope and blue glass dreams the ends of your lashes your to tired to be worrying about your upcoming lashings a balance the world has it will pay the dues of not just your sins but other's who you abused. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"the catch 22 with your eyes...oh..how they glisten with false hope and blue glass dreams" These lines were extraordinarily expressive! |
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Foxyoasis Senior Member
since 2003-06-10
Posts 974Atlantic Beach,Fla |
thank you Fool me once shame on you.....Fool me twice shame on me..... |
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