your heaven is someone else's hell
that's a secret they'd never tell
middle-aged and already dying
it's easy to tell you're not really trying
you could've had the spotlight
but you'd rather have the night
the wedding ring never cools
this is life, that's the rules
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
