Oh... they want me dead;
so they could write
my orbit in tears flowing
from the pens they fancy
so much in their cute
little world of many.
Please, please let me live,
for I'm just a kid,
I'm in love with life,
I'm in love, with her;
and how will I love
from six feet under.
But you join them for
my blood and I reel
in pain from the second
stake in a week.
so they could write
my orbit in tears flowing
from the pens they fancy
so much in their cute
little world of many.
Please, please let me live,
for I'm just a kid,
I'm in love with life,
I'm in love, with her;
and how will I love
from six feet under.
But you join them for
my blood and I reel
in pain from the second
stake in a week.
4 comments:
almost the first poetry i understand all on my own. the last para is still a bit of a mystery. why second stake this week?
thanks for the comment man
the last para i become more specific... am talking about hurt from a source and that too twice over... too close and too much for comfort...
wow ! seriously !!!!
:-) @mary
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