Mysteries of life

I saw him in the street

and then life looked up at me

but all i can see was the eyes

of a ghost who would love me

however those eyes would just

be an imagination of the deep

thoughts that would haunt me

cause all i could ever think of

was what could happen if life

was to die for me and him

what could i do to prevent life

but force myself into an emotional pain

of sadness and the cane

as if slavery was to catch up and enter this

century of the thriller.

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Spilled Her Guts in Cur..]

sinead is right. this has elements of her style in there. i like this. it's different and well writtne, keep it up love

[Anonymous Shadow]

holy hell, girl you sound like me!
tbh, i think the title was too strong for the poem. call me picky and tie me to a wild horse, but i just think its too strong compared to the poem. sorry.
its a good little piece though. keep it up.