Overweight and really, really scary. This is my final wall. I don’t think i’ll ever knock it down, and become vulnerable enough, and confident enough to enter into a relationship with someone whose company I really, really enjoy. Hey Ho, life goes on.
This is a poem i knocked up in about half n hour. I’m finally back into poetry, and I prefer it to be negative with chances of positivity. I hope you enjoy. My program is a fantastic one, involving a pun, and a talking sun, with elegant eyes, and a casual surprise, and involuntary lies. The sun and the moon, Oft’ part too soon, and so tensions loom, with ferocious...
I Wanna’ Go Home. Take Off This Uniform, and Leave the Show. I’m Waiting, In this Cell, Because I, Have to Know. Have I been Guilty, All This Time… - The Wall.
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The Childs' Lament
And the baby came and the mother came and the father came and the bottle came and the plants came and the Earth came and the lights came and the cars came and the plane came and the bombs came and the Glock came and the rebels came and the death came and the brother came and the sister came and the intercontinental ballistic-missile came and the Pact came and the promise came and the pain came and...