NO MOREA Poem by James Grizzly Jones
your hand in my pocket and I will not ignore
I promise you from me you will steal no more
you run my life like it is a game taking all my dreams putting them to shame you got in her head and made her think to get rid of her problems she had to drink you know who you are you no what you do you enjoy my pain and hatred for you but when the house is pain and the doors are hate and the window's lack love smothered in rage you walk to the beach and lay on the shore and look to the sun and say no more © 2013 James Grizzly Jones |
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