Fate
Resigned to the feeling
Of being heavy and soaked
Could not take any more
Bad blood
That’s what I earned
At the end of it all
Discarded after enough use
Tossed away to some street bin
Surrounded by strays
Even the impurity of your love
The bad blood was not for me…
Torn to shreds by conniving canines…
Of being heavy and soaked
Could not take any more
Bad blood
That’s what I earned
At the end of it all
Discarded after enough use
Tossed away to some street bin
Surrounded by strays
Even the impurity of your love
The bad blood was not for me…
Torn to shreds by conniving canines…
2 Comments:
hello i guess you don't who I am but i know u... the poetry is not my forte but i will comment on the title...its like u have suffered or enjoyed something in the past couple of weeks but u r resigning urself to the clutches of fate...a person like me doesnt believe too much in fate or destiny but i sure do believe in creating it urself
hello i guess you don't who I am but i know u... the poetry is not my forte but i will comment on the title...its like u have suffered or enjoyed something in the past couple of weeks but u r resigning urself to the clutches of fate...a person like me doesnt believe too much in fate or destiny but i sure do believe in creating it urself
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