American Rime
Tasteless and faceless girl,
she wonder and wonder around the world,
the way she smell it make me earl,
but still she's gentle, I give her a twirl.
like an angel in the mist, I give her a kiss.
I remember the days I just could not miss. This lady in lace.
be my Devil Ish Grace.
I prayed some nights, to get a taste.
for why an angel could go to waste.
why give in,
but only to sin,
for the life of a addict, no one wins,
Copyright © Thelast Don | Year Posted 2015
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