1,983 and Counting
“1,983 AND COUNTING”
whores by the millions
smiling as you sharpen the knife
ready to stab me inside my wound
one man murdered your mentality
I now pay for it
it is a gift I can’t return
the reflection holds your regret
you wait to return the favor
love is the fire that burns you
I can’t say I don’t feel your anger
I myself have held regret
it’s in our blood
but not everything is pain
there has always been good
that’s why we keep trying
we’re wired differently
each of us adapting to our frowns
all we can do is live in what was
By: Chicano Eddie
8-7-2016
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