B ehind your back they'll talk,
I s anyone safe anymore?
T o me it grates like chalk,
C hatting shit, its just a bore.
H ow would it feel, I wonder?
If I took their shoes and switched em, Just to see the look of thunder,
when the realisation hits them.
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Twenty five year old male from Sudbury, Suffolk, England. I write poetry, quotes, songs and the rare story. Thanks to all who follow, like or re-post xxx
A bunch of unfinished stuff. Love & hope: Love is temporary. Hope is eternal. Little fair girl: Little fair girl, with your bucket so pink. Why do you want to pour your heart into the sink.
I know this makes me a hypocrite, But I really am fed up of it. I'd like to complain about the complaints, That, this lovely app, do taint. I want to hear a poem of love, An animal tale about a dove.
A little message for @Jatt. Seems you're a dog, not a cat. You decided to play. And cheated your way. We expected better than that. What a shame you cannot stay. With all this on your head today.
Recently I heard of a cat, More like a mouse, A cat named Jatt, Jatt the cat. Rather a rat. Opussians cried at literature wrongly placed, And wrongly accused. In the wrong spot, Mismatched, Misplaced.
It's happened once, it's happened twice, But really... Can't we just play nice. So much mean And accusations, Privacy has its Violations. Nasty words Thrown around, Curses, mean things Always found.
I know a little mockingbird Who sung her life in words She played and teased And gave me honesty For which I never played.
What a ridiculous idea, We're all here as one. Age and gender doesn't matter As long as we're having fun.
This ink as dark as night, This paper as light as day. Although these words are dark, Their colour means no decay. The paper on the other hand... Spreads the lies as quick as fire.
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