Things you create to debate.
Our love could wait.
Made a mistake to be taken,
And left to meet at a wake.
I am dead,
no love,
no tears to shed.
Break the bread,
share and don't dread.
Were slaves meant to be lead.
By our hearts…..
Filled with greed and desire..
So potent, it turns us into liars.
When things are dire.
You let ourselves consume
And tire,
Of the things that make us human.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
Things you create to debate.
Our love could wait.
Made a mistake to be taken,
And left to meet at a wake.
I am dead,
no love,
no tears to shed.
Break the bread,
share and don't dread.
Were slaves meant to be lead.
By our hearts…..
Filled with greed and desire..
So potent, it turns us into liars.
When things are dire.
You let ourselves consume
And tire,
Of the things that make us human.
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