Why Do You Provoke?
Tiny chances of slender hopes, that broke.
On your lies i can only pray, you choke.
Not ever was a single word, misspoke.
Scattered tattered moral beliefs, a joke.
But buoyant dreams that fill my head, are stoked.
Copyright © Paul Stacey | Year Posted 2010
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