I enjoy writing, regardless of how it reads the thought of putting words down to create a story in the tail. write on dear boy! words can be spoken to read in the mind.
Did she have greed for social tools of life and was his humour driven by strife?
Can you fathom the deepness of it's love, cruel intervention in hate hovering above.
How do we procure life's elixir for this day, can we drink, what time we have away?
It is now this cloud, from a joint so proud expression so loud my mind is in a crowd.
Do we believe life should sway? can we see us any other way.
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Poetry by Nige
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Written on 2011-08-03 at 11:48
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Become What?
He became a slave to the passion she kept, driven by lust and nothing less.Did she have greed for social tools of life and was his humour driven by strife?
Can you fathom the deepness of it's love, cruel intervention in hate hovering above.
How do we procure life's elixir for this day, can we drink, what time we have away?
It is now this cloud, from a joint so proud expression so loud my mind is in a crowd.
Do we believe life should sway? can we see us any other way.
N
Poetry by Nige
Read 1052 times
Written on 2011-08-03 at 11:48
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