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Two Rats
by: Duck
The presumptive smell of a smoke perfume,
Plays hide and seek with a rose in full bloom.
I wish instead, I could have it both ways.
But two boys for one girl is meant for a screen play.
Don't confuse what I'm saying, it's not so simple as that.
When those boys are two cities, two doves, two rats.
And so what if I'm confused, it's not a ******** crime.
Dreams don't always come to you with a free twist of lime.
On my death bed I would ask that they might cut me in half,
So everyone could understand how two homes each get their wrath.
I'm as alone as I was before, yet the only one who cares,
Is reading into this poem like it happened to be theirs.
To do or not? In a simpler tone, take a break from this "success",
The failing father figure says no, but my demons at home say yes.
Frankly friends of kinder hearts are hurting and I'm not there.
And I suppose because I left they assume that I don't care.
My minds made up sadly so, and it hurts to sleep at night.
I don't know what hides the stars, the clouds or the streetlights.
Maybe, I'll regret this and my grandchildren will wonder why?
"Dear old grandma when she hears of home she starts to cry."
Regardless of my troubled mind, I've picked up my sword.
Better to die a screaming man, then quieting cowards.
Hope to see you soon, I wish I could give a surprise.
No - better yet, I wish the next poem you could read through my eyes.
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 xBroken Porcelainx · Sat Dec 29, 2007 @ 08:08pm · 3 Comments |
