Death of Me
It is around my Eye
That makes me continuously cry
Fate has not been fairy kind
to confuse treasured hopes
Adding more misery to my mind
Presence of a Bad Luck Reaper
Sickle in hand,I believe it's a keeper
No one could ever like my skin
Too much truth and not enough sin
Youth is gone
It is plain to be
What do you see?
Just the Death of Me
Copyright © Michael Rogers | Year Posted 2006
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