It is just another dreary poem
Her heart will forever endure and jot,
As he felt no human rage or human feelings
Felt no anger, love and care in him.
 
In silence he slumbered in his deepest grieve,
As there is no light or breath to believe in him.
He lends the log, alights with wet woods and
Compose a little symphony by Mozart;
And still he felt no anger, love and care in him.
 
He tweet with birds, and kisses on bed, heals
Your fragile heart and never cease to make you
Smile; and he felt no anger, love and care in him.
 
He paints the moon and sets the mood, strived
To love and to earn your trust and sweeps romance
Into your dreary heart; and he felt no anger, love
And care in him.
 
he wrote a screenplay
The shawshanked injection and published
A book Of cat and mice and called himself
A genius as his head was filled of deceit and lies;
And still he felt no anger, love and care in him.
 
He owned a boat and calls it mine,
Bids for words that are all in rhymes and
Builds a treehouse for lovers in need but
Invites them in a way as crude believe; and he
Forever felt no anger, love and care in him.

(2014)

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steven
over 5 years

Its good to be back, thank you.

Cory Garcia
over 5 years

Another great one! Welcome back brother... You've been missed

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