My sole tore
I’m so sick and sore
But I love you
My sole tore
I just can’t take it anymore.
You can’t stay true with the things you do,
As my soul lays down on the floor.
I feel the pain straight to my core,
The feelings I had for you are threw.
My soul tore!
I don’t know you anymore,
But I love you.
As my sole lays down on the floor,
I can’t stand it anymore.
I’m done with you, we’re threw.
My sole tore!
As my sole lays down on the floor.
blackfootlady commented on My sole tore
12-09-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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