someone shut off a light. im a fighter with no fight. my destiny, only God can write. Going through the motions i might as well drink a potion. poor Juliet, never knew what hit. Trying stopped being good enough when she took the best of the both of us. Like a bird who cant fly, i look up to the heavens and cry..Why? all hope is gone tick tock goes the bomb.
(June/27/09)
Mariah Smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-61/
