"fiqured" poems
You could careless about another
You just fiqured, why bother
Your only out for yourself
You have no conscience
And show no emotion
The only time your nice
Is when you need something
You play games with peoples minds
But its coming to an end and i promise you
You won't like what you find
There will be no mending
And no comprehending
You may have won the battle
But the war is just begginning
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 4:57 PM UTC