Write Tell Me What You Think Its About
Now obvi
us is what this poem is about
Dancing fur the last time
if God exist get ready
here i come
i will take the loon way round
can't imagine my anger
no stop would make
when you realise this it not for you
My secrets
squirreled plain as the noose on my
face it
never fit to see your grace
remove the good its starting to hurt the badder
rest your eyes
Good then you wont
see whats next
she was holding back the dark
what if the big rip
is someone hurt so much
he ends everything
literally rips reality apart
what if that's....
all folks........me
writing bibles of dust
that caught the space
as sunlight slipped her con
tours of seconds
if you think of thought twice is that second thought
address the redness embarassed by shout south with thou's
I loved you since i saw you
but i don't think you
new to me
i love misteaks
Annooying with an extra ooh
look at hymn
Thats starting to piss me aff
my head
looking for the wet paint to touch
join lemmings at the
back of my
mind the
step back
i;m the only thing keeping this maniac
Back to life
turned my
lies inside
now the truth can't
just bants
a different s
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Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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