PhilosophyA Poem by BeckyReally random poemYour living an lie The center of a snakes eye The core of a mothers heart The stench of rotting luck The pain of a broken hand The stiffness as one man stands The carefree and loathing smile The unmistaken upside down trial The never bearing heart of mine You hold your cup way to high Higher then the normal sky Raise it before noon brakes or forever you'll stand their and wait.
© 2009 Becky |
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