THIRD CHANCE?A Poem by DreamerHeart pure as gold (Cliches make my soul sick) Look though the glass window, Discounting the stain. Hold your perception of me At the peek, Rocking precariously Destined to fall Lest I maintain this stray jacket (arms unsettled) First chances- bless untarnished views. Second chances- kiss the sinless sinner. Third chances- based on my lack of care, do not exist. AT LAST, THE SMUDGE SHOWS! Forgiveness is not a symptom of forgetfulness I'll have you know- Its quite alright not to drink poison- even when the bottle dares, "Drink me" Besides, my peripheral vision is strong enough. A third chance? "No thank you, Still sick from seconds." Instead I'll leave you in my blind spot For a lesson and a laugh I'll eventually gain. Opposed to this unpredictable play and uncertainty. And "chances" that seek to run into infinity.
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Added on October 23, 2011Last Updated on September 22, 2013 AuthorDreamerPrivate, Trinidad and TobagoAboutguys pleaseeeeeeee send me a message introducing yourselves and pleaseeeee send me a message if you want me to read something. Im really trying to keep up with those Read Request okay. thankss :) more..Writing
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