A beloved, turned traitor.
She once spoke to him as a friend.
Now her speech has come to an end.
She is quite beautiful,
Yet she doesn't know the meaning of me.
she thinks she knows the world so well,
She thinks she can have it at the ring of a bell
Little does she know that one day her world will
go to hell,
Shes not stupid but isn't a genious,
She misses the important things,
Because she portays herself as so shallow,
Soon she'll know the hell of life,
Soon she'll know a simple fellow,
Who will make her his wife,
Then as fast as the wall was built,
She'll realize her life was just a drip,
In the bottomless ocean of life,
Filled with sadness and misery,
Everlasting and never ending,
Maybe someday I'll be the one,
Who writes of this person in a different web,
Still to be spun,
Like the life of the sun still to be run.
Life has a way of biting us in the bum,
So now , today, becareful what you say,
Else you may be the one,
Drowning in blood,
From your own gun,
Tired of living in this place.
-Morbid Rose (another of my pen names) |
Submission Name: Soon.
