what makes bubbles fail?
the men like to fell
and show themselves honor and they are dis illegal
i love you
said to her
she gives him hers
the women does
i love you
she steals and takes
what she demands
people say we are heroes
we will give hand to every weakness
when this asks
they polish it off
and they will be off
bubbles will be downed
downed and not be ever up
tear of orphan girl is downed
planting tree of sad over
up, up till the sky ceiling
it ascends water of answering over heads
making the justice occuring
if every one gives hand
the things will not be bad
and the weather will not be sad
the justice will be the first of the life
She creeps over my pillow like a
Black cat over a field mouse.
She steals my breathe as if she
Were a masked theif.
She makes me scream like a
Mother in labor.
She sends me night terrors as if she
Is a shattered mirror in my mind.
She pulls at my droopy eyes like a
Hand of terror in the darkness.
She frightens me as if she
Is certain the painful nights will never end.
She flees when the light arises like a
Prisoner escaping their cell.
She is a horrible dream that keeps
I could not fall asleep one night- I guess this is what came out of it. It is very different from what I usually write, enjoy.
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