sending you those messages

those things inside my head - call it poetry
haven't always been there,...















Tuesday, December 27, 2011

there ’s a lady
that i see best,
when i am sober
and gone to rest

there’s a lady,
she’s not so keen
on my behavior
and what i dream

there’s that lady,
waiting for me,
don’t try to ignore it,
she wants something from me

gave her all my love and life,
blood  and oxygen,
thoughts and kisses,
all that’s left,…

she’s  waiting for me
& my death.

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