This is a world of abundance...

This is a world of abundance...

A Poem by PP
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Lyrical Disaster!

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I heard she was broken

I heard them say her heart was stolen

I wonder what had happened

In no time she was forgotten

I found her by the station

 

This is a world of abundance...

This is a world of abundance...

This is a world of abundance...

 

I stared at her as I was leaving

I looked back, she was grieving

I looked again, but I was leaving

 

This is a world of abundance...

This is a world of abundance...

This is a world of abundance...

 

She was going no where

She was waiting there...for him to return...

Foolish woman, what a freak?

For years she has been like that

Fucked and then forgotten..

She doesn't know..

 

This is a world of abundance...

Don’t you know- I asked her..

You are wasted- I shouted  

He is gone " Better let it go

 

“Heard you had a break up

Now you are all fucked up

Stop those tear drops, suck up

Don’t waste your devotion

Don’t waste your emotions

Look up, because..

 

This is a world of abundance...

This is a world of abundance...

This is a world of abundance...

 

 There are gentlemen everywhere you look

They are all looking for a hook

Pick one each day

Use them as you wish

And scrape them to bits

Steal their hearts and freeze them in jars

Be a heart-breaker witch...

You don’t have a heart to give away

It is already gone

Get up and get a move on...because

 

This is a world of abundance...

This is a world of abundance...

This is a world of abundance...



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

© 2014 PP


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Added on March 30, 2013
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PP
PP

Leeds, United Kingdom



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Read between the lines, Cos I don't talk straight. I might intrigue you/ confuse you/ cross you I might love you/ appreciate you/ addict you Depends on my mood of the day! more..

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Jazz and Blues! Jazz and Blues!

A Poem by PP