"ulgy" poems
lost in love i was never found, left behind, i hide my pride.
to leave this love tears me into, wheres my savior?
i thought it was you.
i feel ive been condemned for my sins, with your name used to lock me in this den.
ulgy girl in the devils den, where are u now my favorite sin?
no more! do not condemn,please cover me in light dont let the dark get in.
keep one promise, to love me like u thought for my soul has already been bought,thank u for the lessons sometimes the teacher taught and loses, this has been my fake bruises.
love turned into your looks at me, what do i do to make this be?
am i really to blame for this lose inside? when all i wanted was a true love and not feel blind.
anymore. without love arent we all so poor? i apoligize for my insincere, just wanted this to be clear.
had to get this out before i completely became lost as i speak now my tears are turned to frost.
im sorry i failed to set u free but i loved u unconditionally.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
lost in love i was never found, left behind, i hide my pride.
to leave this love tears me into, wheres my savior?
i thought it was you.
i feel ive been condemned for my sins, with your name used to lock me in this den.
ulgy girl in the devils den, where are u now my favorite sin?
no more! do not condemn,please cover me in light dont let the dark get in.
keep one promise, to love me like u thought for my soul has already been bought,thank u for the lessons sometimes the teacher taught and loses, this has been my fake bruises.
love turned into your looks at me, what do i do to make this be?
am i really to blame for this lose inside? when all i wanted was a true love and not feel blind.
anymore. without love arent we all so poor? i apoligize for my insincere, just wanted this to be clear.
had to get this out before i completely became lost as i speak now my tears are turned to frost.
im sorry i failed to set u free but i loved u unconditionally.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
and the word
rolled of my tongue
raced past my lips
to pratt fall to the floor,
buster keaton style
only to lie in a curlicue
puddle on
the ***** sky blue lino....
people applaud my performance
in a politely
dissaffected way,
before
returning to they desultory
gossip with regard to
the state of the art draped
upon the walls....
strange blueprint of
mug ulgy beasts.
they say, in excellent
babylonian accents
dropping
tibits of manna cake
and spilling ambrosia nectar
all the while....
**** me
i am going to have to
get the clouds steam cleaned again... hope
monsoonal cleaners are'nt
busy this week..
and the word squiggled away to hide in the corner
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC