i count to three,
before i close my eyes,
one precious second,
time goes by,
forgot the mischief and holy peer days,
i wanna live for the one,
ones who slaves,
treasured thoughts captured plots caught,
bring some sort of new
i beg for change but not in value.
in the worth of sense, since
not
c.
e.
n.
T.
its pathetic when life is seen without hollow greed. you follow fingers that only pass the need,
its only for the moment
till we please.
it grants every wish
you taunts and i tease.
go figure, my wants are nothing but dirt and wheeze.
go away little field mouse
im lion to tweeze,
little ***** no more
im paying the weeds.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
i count to three,
before i close my eyes,
one precious second,
time goes by,
forgot the mischief and holy peer days,
i wanna live for the one,
ones who slaves,
treasured thoughts captured plots caught,
bring some sort of new
i beg for change but not in value.
in the worth of sense, since
not
c.
e.
n.
T.
its pathetic when life is seen without hollow greed. you follow fingers that only pass the need,
its only for the moment
till we please.
it grants every wish
you taunts and i tease.
go figure, my wants are nothing but dirt and wheeze.
go away little field mouse
im lion to tweeze,
little ***** no more
im paying the weeds.
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