Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Petty

Petty
I ain’t ready
For real
Tell me
What you think
My life extinct
Nothing is
What it seems
Damn child
You are wild
Your every
Whim
I desire
Still you
Flaunt like
Wildfire
Burning inside
I am denied
Wishes
Like kisses
A penny
Still it misses
Want me to
Like you
Give me something
I can hang on to
Nothing
You say is
Worthy
Of me still
I wish you
Would go away
Bury me
Neath an old
Oak tree
Tell my story
Like history
One day
Maybe
Free of pain
I will look
Again
And see
Neath this soul
Where you left
Me
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