YOU CLOSDE THE DORES OF MY HART TO YOU

It were you who closed the doers of my hart

Shutting , 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 The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 236 times
Written on 2007-11-27 at 22:28

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email
dott Print text