Press your lips against mine
Forfeit it all
You will be fine
If you fall
I will be there
To pick up the pieces
It doesn't seem fair
Why this poison releases
Into the atmosphere
Raising the toxicity
In which we fear
That this city
Will uproot
By a thread
Turning mute
Waking the dead
Torn apart
Flesh ripped
From the start
The cold nipped
The Poison breathed down my spine
The chill made my hair stand
I tell myself it will be fine
Hand in hand
We will drink the Poison
Side by side
We watch the horizon
As our life is denied
The Poison took us to another place
We waited
We ran the race
While you steadily hated
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My Old Poems (2011)
PoésieJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)
