If My Tears Wrote a Letter
Open is masters vessel,
pain has stole the door.
So many seems have welcomed self,
to steal all worth plus more.
Love is all he really wants,
he gets just taunts and dancing,
shriveled up and crippling,
prudishness romancing.
He does not rest,
he does not sleep,
he does not nothing more.
And everyday it just gets worse,
nothing for the better.
And no one true would even read,
if his tears wrote a letter.
Copyright © Ken Bennight | Year Posted 2016
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