The day I met Doctor Doom
I offered him a hug
He accepted but the moment
was more akin to a tug
His armor was cold and dense
with the cape being like a rug
The moment was just awkward
and he acted all like smug
I didn't want to seem unwarm
or treat him like a thug
It's just encassed in all that Iron
may him seem like a giant bug
So I ended the embrace as if
I was putting down a jug
And then went about my business
as if I was wearing an earplug
Categories:
unwarm, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
staring at the night sky
as i lie awake
They don't know
what i've been through
All these things
that i must do
They don't know
what i've been through
over my head
in wanted guilt
the streets
give away my filth
still living off the charity
of an opened hand
I really thought you knew
I sat there and told you
the sky's were blue
Whispered unto you
what you undrew
if innocence were to perish
and in this form of life
I became a bit too weary
like coffee I'm available
only when I'm unwarm
I still miss you dearly
staring at the night sky
as i lie awake
they don't know
what i've been through
All these things
That i must do
They don't know
what i been through
"if life were a vending machine i'd check out with a card"
Categories:
unwarm, adventure, forgiveness, life, music,
Form: Lyric