Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Off with your head and onto the next,
Do you for see my betrothed to be?
Go to your bed and bury your throat,
The screams you have choked on will never be heard.

A fine woman indeed who walked so dainty,
The gentlemen follow and bend down to their knees,
Silence she asks with a wave of her hand,
Go down to the place where my shoe can fit.

No sense in spilling the truth, no one can hear you,
She cries to her self and knows no one can help,
Let the rain fall down, let the rain soak herself.
The dreams you have wished for are a fairy tale. 

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