The Future of Yesterday.
Wings of an angel,Songs of a dove,
Is this deception,
Or is this love?
Blades of some grass,
Are so nicely trimmed,
Roses of romance,
The lights are all dimmed.
You treat me like god,
But is that how you feel,
Are you going for my heart,
Or begging for a kill?
You hold my soft hand,
A kiss my course lips,
I lift up the bottle,
But take only sips.
Is now the right time?
Shall I proceed,
This may be what you want,
But it's what I need!
So just hold on,
Wait for just a while,
I've only walked ten feet,
But it felt like a mile.
Well the day in over,
Tomorrow we will meat,
My standards are high,
But easy to beat.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-08-28 at 06:26
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