Mournful Taste
twisted words echo silently across a gostly
wind sweeped dawn...intertwined limps fall
with no grace comsemed with the underleing
thoughts.....the grin then make u see the
world as its true self as let u down time and
again...the mistakes hold ur dreams to ransom
the mournful taste of whisky numbs ur
pain.....unforcable vengence creeps around
ur vains intertwined and mischivers..the
unknown is the greatest adventure dont
formalise ur freedom let it flow there too
many chains that shackle ur sences
philosophize romanacise dont gamble with
love it will only break ur heart...
Copyright © Johnny Sherwin | Year Posted 2010
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