What’s it matter to the world?
What you heard and why you’d care
In 1000 years.
What you heard is in your ears.
The value of life
Came in to question,
When she was the wife
And he taught the lesson.
But there is no ground to your parts.
Only hearts
And wicked pictures
Reminds us of the falling dust
And barks to be hushed.
And laughs across the way
What did they say about the gods?
Holding toys to make them play
With guns and knives,
And pets that fight
Outside a dead mans house.
How did he die from too much?
I only want to touch
The hands that carried him away.
But there is no ground to your parts.
Only hearts
And wicked pictures
Reminds us of the falling dust.
It’s so fucking nice
A toast to Ray
An excuse to shoot
I’ll beat you someday
It’s so fucking nice
What I meant to say
A beautiful life
- Author: Dent Moses ( Offline)
- Published: March 3rd, 2018 14:34
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Beautifully written! I enjoyed reading your poem.
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