VicesA Poem by Steven CashA peek into my secrets...
Everyone has their vices
This that they can't let go of Logic rarely will set us free Instead we play to our own tune Take me for instance Sometimes my head is twisted Sometimes I am up in the air Sometimes I make a mess of things It's something I don't grow out of I am always wiping my slate clean Erasing the past So nobody knows the places I've been The things I have seen and loved And you are no different Everyone has their vices If you were perceptive, you know mine as well Some say I'm a sinner for it Some say I am normal I simply say I am me
© 2012 Steven CashReviews
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11 Reviews Added on October 1, 2012 Last Updated on October 15, 2012 AuthorSteven CashA Secret Location, ILAbouthttp://www.writerscafe.org/writing/changetheworld/1061316/ That's my poem. Goodbye everyone. Don't cry because it's over... smile because it happened... more..Writing
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