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When life is at its state of mind
life is lost what will u find
a secret lies beyond a door
lovely letters tell you more
finding hate will be your loss
only u will pay the cost
scratching biting all endearing
killing dying beating fearing
governmental fights persuading
every other sense is fading
lonely typers lose their hope
climbers fall without a rope
dancers cease without there music
pool no more without the cue-stick
baseball players without a bat
exterminators without a rat
with a love of ones depending
all the angels are ascending
with a kiss from your love
floats away up above
the devil comes and tears u down
beat that demon to the ground
for when your done and friends are near
there's nothing left not even fear
Jonathon Himes
aka me
 Jemp1 · Fri May 01, 2009 @ 02:12pm · 0 Comments |
