And We Give Alittle
I watched his world dance to the coast line symphony,
a tune that hummed pshaw.
I thought death, silenced the story
but when remorse trots along and settles among ones heart,
haunting ghastly at how pruned,
it has something more to say.
He lost his chance to dream,
a lackluster youth,
chafing in his veins.
He baylinged at the blue moon,
left behind in a big bad world,
society to fast for him to catch.
So he walked along the shore,
his lonely heart,
commanded in desire,
to forgive the pulse,
that would soon stop to beat.
His lungs cringing,
bawdy in thought,
he seemed to give up the theory,
all one needs is love.
Cause lust stopped fueling,
young knowledge,
smothered by havoc.
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