04-26-2016, 12:48 AM
My Ghosts Shadow
After I left, I went down stairs.
Tripping than falling on the final step.
Landing on my hands and knees,
I wish I could plead
instead I breathe.
Mute explanation, fruitless choice.
Getting what I deserve, my mind rejoiced.
Punished by karma not sonic voice.
Tears streaming, face moist.
My love is a memory of a ghost.
A night of temptation and submission.
Reflection diagnosed,
Mann turned boy did not boast.
Completion is hard to define,
when all that loves will fall apart.
Sorry I did not wait,
our future, crumbled in my wake.
After I left, I went down stairs.
Tripping than falling on the final step.
Landing on my hands and knees,
I wish I could plead
instead I breathe.
Mute explanation, fruitless choice.
Getting what I deserve, my mind rejoiced.
Punished by karma not sonic voice.
Tears streaming, face moist.
My love is a memory of a ghost.
A night of temptation and submission.
Reflection diagnosed,
Mann turned boy did not boast.
Completion is hard to define,
when all that loves will fall apart.
Sorry I did not wait,
our future, crumbled in my wake.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx