Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Rhyme 10

I'm a failure and a fraud
A rather sorry sod
It's grim and I gripe
At this horrifying sight
My spine bends 'til it snaps
From my incessant lapse
To understand and know
Just how my life would go
The moments when I'm free
I get lost inside of me
And the times that I am bound
No solace can be found
I will never understand
Just how to play my hand
When my heart is on my sleeve
Laid out for all to see
There is no bitter end
Just the sweet love of a friend
Too bad you taste so good
I always knew you would
But temptation will not strike
When there isn't much to like

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