To You My Curse And Gift
Sexual frustrations,
And feeling of love,
Confused associations,
Dropping surprise from above.
Dark thoughts of betrayal,
And the bitter taste of pain,
Plans of the feature de-rail,
And burn like an acidic rain.
Worry and despair,
Two brothers it is true,
And from you good feelings tear,
And leave you blue.
Now giving up,
Having a couple of glasses of wine,
And taking in another cup,
And again on frustration of you, I dine.
Devon Coupland
And feeling of love,
Confused associations,
Dropping surprise from above.
Dark thoughts of betrayal,
And the bitter taste of pain,
Plans of the feature de-rail,
And burn like an acidic rain.
Worry and despair,
Two brothers it is true,
And from you good feelings tear,
And leave you blue.
Now giving up,
Having a couple of glasses of wine,
And taking in another cup,
And again on frustration of you, I dine.
Devon Coupland
posted by Poetic_bum at 11:05 p.m.
2 Comments:
Hahahahaaha. OK. Does that make us, like accountablitly partners. Cause if that does, I think I should know your name... Or what's your favorite color...;).....
Hahahahahahahahaha. Damn! I was not expecting that.
Post a Comment
<< Home