| Re: Practice.2- Ballad Poetry! You told me a lie,
You told me you'd never let me go free
A couple of months later, all I can do is sigh,
you threw me to the ground, six feet deep.
I spent three months digging
you spent that time in your room
you'd hope I'd be forgiving
but now, my anger will rise soon
Finally you know the truth.
I finally got it off my chest
What needed to be said came out in this booth,
now I can start life fresh
__________________ Death Is Certain; Its Hour Uncertain There Is No Need For Redemption |