Sunday, November 25, 2007
Fingers pressed the keys,0-9-2-0;
Voices stuterring, "wwwwhhhhat?"
Asking the two young ladies
for what might be the outcome.
Guidance I know is done,
with the undirected
path of my journey.
Helping hand is shared,
wiping each of my tired eyes.
Settle things properly,
just have what's important,
Do what's right in his name,
for I, I am to blame.
Knives are thrown- darted.
Kisses are stolen ,
Hugs are shoved away from his body
Ignorance of the law is a crime-
so with this I just wanna have a mime,
I know this would heal-just for a time,
Sorry- that'd what I surely am.
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