YOU CLOSDE THE DORES OF MY HART TO YOU
It were you who closed the doers of my hartShutting , keeping you out to keep you out
Soon the warmth that you feel now will cool
All the soon you will feel the cold
Next time you see me , as you look into my eyes
All you will see will be a icy stare , no life no love
Fore left fore you , cut dead where you stand
No caring , no warmth , just a cold nothing fore you at all
You killed , murdered
So when your in need of advise , a kind , loving word
Think of me , not thinking or caring a topany dam fore you
I gave you chance after chance , like rope you took them
Now what I had in love , now hangs in the icy cold freezing air
I wish fore you a life that you so richly deserve.
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME.
The slugs on a Swizz mountain pass , are of a beauty to be behold
Oringe , red , blue , move , be inchanted as you behold,
But a slug is slug by any other name.
Ken D Williams (THE DYSLEXIC POET )
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2007-11-27 at 22:28
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