Strappin up

by dona moo-young   May 7, 2005


This pain I feel is more than I can handle
Falling off the edge i nearly dismantle;
Pain so bad it's not worth the living,
Endless nights of no forgiving;
The pain I speak of, I cant forget,
Pain for the times I must regret.

Guilty of the sins of which I am accused;
Here, the girl, that never refused;
Always open to try new things,
No unity under the binding ring;
To no objective was I cold
Never hesitant to the new or the old
Forever the sinner with no remorse
Taken under with the slightest force.

But now comes the bomb of a life of sin
For all the troubles I have gotten in,
The unforgivable curse of an inconsiderate lad
Not thinking to tell of the troubles he's had;
For within his pelvic was a secret lust,
With the want to destroy, one not to trust
And as he slid in and rode bare back
There exited the inhabitants from within his sack
He sent to me the hells of his ways
And with it I must live fo the rest of my days.

So to my freinds who dare to read
Follow not my daring deed
Buckle up for your rowdy ride
Approach your partner in careful stride
For within their depts hide secrets more
Check out the window before you open the door.

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