mystery bruises and stomach pains
my busy heart has scrambled brains
yellow complexion with colorless hair
I'm like an addict who just doesn't care
that her life has flip-flopped and turned
that her old life has crashed and burned
sick all around with no doctor in sight
I'm starting to think this is a cureless blight
a terminal disease encasing my soul
with a strong stab it makes a hole
emotions leak and relationships crumble
whatever happened to innocent and humble?
I'll dig my teeth into my knees and pray
God will come back for me...someday.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
Great
Hey you made it rhyme.
It's harder than some people think.
Keep that pen of yours handy.
Joe
-
that was good.. but that disease that got ahold of you.. im thinking its what? love? maybe lol but yeah.. great write keep it up loverly!
Adding your comment:
