Restrain me.
The angel of mercy.
Who thinks she can put the world to rights.
Don't blame me for nature.
Hold me high for the care that I give.
It's a spirit of nuture.
Wish I could split it.
Tear it apart.
Not posses caring heart.
If I were a *****
Would I maybe be rich.
Not killing with kindness.
Can't fix the world as much as I wish.
You know I so want to be a *****
A hardened cow.
Not in my nature.
Just don't know how.
Who taught me I could sort it.
Just the way I fell.
To try to sort my nature out.
Would need a magic spell.
Caring nature is a hex.
My heart and soul both well and truly vexed.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 2:42 PM UTC
Restrain me.
The angel of mercy.
Who thinks she can put the world to rights.
Don't blame me for nature.
Hold me high for the care that I give.
It's a spirit of nuture.
Wish I could split it.
Tear it apart.
Not posses caring heart.
If I were a *****
Would I maybe be rich.
Not killing with kindness.
Can't fix the world as much as I wish.
You know I so want to be a *****
A hardened cow.
Not in my nature.
Just don't know how.
Who taught me I could sort it.
Just the way I fell.
To try to sort my nature out.
Would need a magic spell.
Caring nature is a hex.
My heart and soul both well and truly vexed.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Not about mother nature, about me!
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