m3m0ry

m3m0ry

A Poem by Cy

lock the gates!
lower the blinds
take my hand, listen please?
it's not easy, how do i tell you?
i can't run with you anymore...
but the sun it'll keep on shining
bouncing back to moonbeams come the dusk
babies will cry for momas' tit
owls will hoot in the distance
singing for you, but damning me to hell...
Cy 08/18/2008
TBC-soon

© 2008 Cy


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I'm a seasoned smart-a*s poet, who says what I mean and mean what I say, which on more than one occasion has caused "foot in mouth disease" There's no known cure except to make sure my feet are clean .. more..