m3m0ryA Poem by Cy
lock the gates!
lower the blinds take my hand, listen please? it's not easy, how do i tell you? i can't run with you anymore... but the sun it'll keep on shining bouncing back to moonbeams come the dusk babies will cry for momas' tit owls will hoot in the distance singing for you, but damning me to hell... Cy 08/18/2008 TBC-soon © 2008 Cy |
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Added on August 18, 2008 Author
CyAboutI'm a seasoned smart-a*s poet, who says what I mean and mean what I say, which on more than one occasion has caused "foot in mouth disease" There's no known cure except to make sure my feet are clean .. more..Writing
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