If its time to go then take your hand and fly
I doubt he meant it when he made me cry
Pack your shit and crawl away with no fear
I know you loved me under all that beer
I crumble all the walls that have held me back
Strong enough I have been, to go down another track
Once, you shared a game with me when you got home
But as you slurd at me I knew I was playing alone
Once, you came to my game and could barley walk
But as I glanced over from the field I couldn't even talk
Some know who I am and share my life
But its you who I wanted that from, instead I got your heart.....the knife
LURID JESTER
14 years ago
1 comment:
Very powerful poem.I see the pain,but I also see the power you possess.
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