A tic for a tac
And all of that
Once gone, it'll never come back
A penny for your thoughts
Because that's all you got
Even after all you sought
What comes around goes around
By this law we are bound
Even when silence is the only sound
You'll find all that glitters is not gold
You must take solace in what you hold
Before it spoils and turns to mold
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
This seems to be a hard case
Just stay in this space
So bite the bullet, till you bite the dust
See everything through eyes of disgust
For every thing turns to rust
So burn the midnight oil
So time your plans won't foil
Curl in on it's self and recoil
For this world is as cold as ice
Nothing in this place is nice
It will beat you up more than thrice
Brain is fried
Hands are tied
Soul has died
Just pound that last nail in the coffin
Please do not speak of us often
We'll be in the ground just rotten
©Pauline Russell
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
A tic for a tac
And all of that
Once gone, it'll never come back
A penny for your thoughts
Because that's all you got
Even after all you sought
What comes around goes around
By this law we are bound
Even when silence is the only sound
You'll find all that glitters is not gold
You must take solace in what you hold
Before it spoils and turns to mold
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
This seems to be a hard case
Just stay in this space
So bite the bullet, till you bite the dust
See everything through eyes of disgust
For every thing turns to rust
So burn the midnight oil
So time your plans won't foil
Curl in on it's self and recoil
For this world is as cold as ice
Nothing in this place is nice
It will beat you up more than thrice
Brain is fried
Hands are tied
Soul has died
Just pound that last nail in the coffin
Please do not speak of us often
We'll be in the ground just rotten
©Pauline Russell
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