Friday, January 7, 2011

Old Poetry pt. 7 - Final

Versus...

Beware the scorpion
She leaves her mark
Her bite won't poison
But her stinger sharp
Will bring you down
Down to you knees
Without a sound
Feels like a dream


This is a nightmare
She brought her claws
I brought my fire
And she saw my flaws
She knows no meaning
To the word gently
Thought she could have anything
Until she met me!!




A Story to Sell


I'm sorry Judge but I...
I don't even have to lie
My eyes will tell my story
Theres nothing for me to hide

I ran away
Long before the trouble came
They found me the next day
....


I Remember
This time isn't so sad
I have plenty to remember
Like running through the tall grass
And those long nights in December
I know I always see it
When I wake and shit my eyes
The family that I love
Same one I left behind
Don't think I ran from you
I needed space to grow
I sing this for you now
Just want to let you know
You mean more than the world
All day I think of you
The ones who kept me sane
After all that I've gone through

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