Gain What You Will...
She calls to me to slip, slip.
I am never sliding down
I’m softly holding on my hip
all the secrets that she hates.
Hates to love the part of her
hates to know I tell the truth
Wants to value life and limb
while giving credit not to Him.
Much too much of drink and such
always living for the touch of freedom
Call me when you’re up at night
Drink worn off at day breaks light
I’ll try not to hold on tight
while we bleed together
Sister mine and sister be
nothing bad is ever free
You will sell and constantly
be bought.
Call to me to slip and slide
watching your pale suicide
I will gather up my life
and flow on my own river.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
