Temptations for sweets could never be drained.
All attempts to avoid sweets went in vain.
To adore sweets, my tongue is trained.
Demons of greed for sweets coul not be slain.
Sweets are my most favourite, I can't refrain
Compulsory in breakfast, lunch, dinner.
Much addiction on sweets, how to abstain.
Strong taste buds for sweets : Others are thinner.
My stomach holds little capacity.
My tongue is destined to taste sweet.
Less staple food, sweets being priority.
Rest taste buds are unable to compete.
Due to stress developed sugar problem.
Taking sweets with medicine, whom to blame ?
as they go on
some on cell phone
you coul hear the tone
as in ring some had a ping
it was pack thats a fact
some people fess
that
CROSS TOWN BUS
Hiding the truth you never told
The baby He never got to hold
You ran far away made a whole new life
perfect in your eyes
But somewhere in the shadows
the truth haunts you, if it comes out
what will you do
what can you say to keep your perfect world
hoping that it never shatters
The shame you must have felt
the pain your must have bore
the times you must have cried
to want to run away and hide
your little girl
Years have passed and time goes on
the truth came out and your just as strong
but you still want to run away and hide
your dirty secret
I wish you coul just face the facts
Not get mad at my dad
We never had a chance to live our lives
like a family
we are strangers looking for a chance to be
I'm still your same sweet girl
but I am begging for more
I just want to live the rest of my life
apart from the pain and strife
I just don't want to be
your dirty secret anymore.
Tears in my eyes
I felt so alone
my head was down
and all i coul
Thir montins that stooid beffoir me
Ma lassie milk soumes breasts
Ah leid upoun heir ballye ye sei
Fir the displey uv heir peaks are the best
Ma lassie ballye moves up and doon
As the watters on the occeane
Bwte thir fyrmeness if ma lassie’s mounds
And ma lassie’s nosthrils blaw betwixt them a coul wynd
Ah knou theer ayre seevan wondirs
Thir warld is prude tae shaw
Bwte thir onis thit ah laye undyr
Na oni ells wull evir knou
Original poem:
The mountains that stood before me
Her creamy white breasts
I lay upon a belly you see
For the view of her summits are the best
Her belly moves up and down
As the waters on the seas
But the stillness of her mounds
And her nostrils blow between them a cool breeze
I know there are seven wonders
The world it proud to show
But the ones that I lay under
No one else will ever know
(Sista's Bloody Sista's/ England, Scotland, Wales & Ireland. Deborah Guzzi contest)
it felt like i was stuck in a place that i coul never come out of.
a place ive been before, not a good place either.
the feeling of being used.
being alone again.
she tells me that it wasnt my fault, that they shoulve known better, but i beg to differ.
i am old enough to know right from wrong.
i knew that running away was wrong,
not saying no was wrong too.
i am stuck in the past where they pass me around.
a little quicky is all they want and then they move me to the next one in line
i feel my skin crawling as i can feel the pressure of there bodies against mine
why did i freeze?
why did i not say no?
i walk out of the building,
smelling of men that i didnt even know...
why didnt i say no?