(To be confirmed)
Well what do you know,You came back,
Probably because,
A brain I do lack.
Not to say,
Empty is my head,
I simply do not think
Because my brains are but dead.
You play with my heart,
For you it does thrill,
And with my every word
You doth break my will.
Mad I am not,
Insane, just a tad,
Ahh life was so simple,
When I was a lad.
I hear your voice,
I quiver and shake,
These feelings to real,
But my heart you do break.
My body now hollow,
My soul has but gone,
But once more you come back,
And repeat does this song.
A gun in my hand,
My life I shall take,
I say thee farewell
As I make my escape.
Poetry by cohen fox
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Written on 2010-11-02 at 09:33
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