A man by the docks
he puffs a cigarette
Don't think he ever talks
And I'm willing to bet
that for him, it's far too dangerous
---
One lie of thousands
it falls upon the pile
Here it will stay and
sleep for a while
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A shy little boy
Lost in his thoughts
The candy's not but a ploy
But now he is caught
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(Author's note: This started out as a sextuplet (thats 6, right?), but it ended up flowing into another poem, and I just ran with it. It needs a name. The poem and the form. Any suggestions?)
Help me close my eyes
I'll do the same for you
Tell me not a single lie
And I too will stay true
Promise me you won't die
And we will live right on through
The end.
It's only the start of another beginning.
A Time for more sorrow,
time for more sleep
We will rest 'till the morrow
And then we will keep
No more secrets.
No more lies.
Your words are dust
There is no reason to cry
But still I must
End all of this silliness.
Why did it even start?
I know its not my business,
But what is really felt in your heart?
 Pickle Midget · Wed Sep 12, 2007 @ 01:39am · 2 Comments |
