You never know .

You never know .

A Poem by Raquella
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Poppy, poppy come home to mommy ...

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So, you had so many people doll you up,
You had the innocent twilight gather up your pawns,
And you let your queen fall to the self-righteous king.
You let yourself cover up the bruises,
You know, you’ve never ceased to mask your pain away,
With money, to roses, kisses, to hugs,
Yeah, you’re cosmic with the way you can bottle it all up.

You had a lot of money, wrapped up around your heart,
And you had a lot of fun, a lot of moments that never stuck together.
So, you had a lot of people fix you up,
But you’ve been counting the bullets since age two,
And, you’ve been collecting the diamonds since you was in your mama’s whom.

You had a lot of good times, pushed up against your chest,
And you had a lot of fun, a lot of moments you won’t regret.
So, you had a lot of people mess you up,
But, you’ve had the furious lions gather up your thoughts,
And, you let your king fall to the indecisive queen’s evil reign.
Yeah, You let yourself get ahead,
You know, you’ve pushed past the top,
But still, only scratching the surface in this game called “Luck”,
I guess to you winning just isn’t even enough.

So, you had a lot of people try and doll you up,
Still, you’ve been sipping since before age two,
Taking shots of sadness and puffs of regrets,
And, you’ve been lost in diamonds, lost in gold,
Since before you was even in your mama’s whom.

© 2011 Raquella


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Raquella
So personal ..

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Raquella
Raquella

Argentina



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Hola, mi nombre es Leña .... me gusta escribir, pintar, y dibujar. ```````` Mi escritura es de gran alcance. Un lote es de las drogas, el alcohol, el abuso y surrealista. ```````` .. more..

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