Dedicated to MadMenWearingFedora
I'm a good girl, I am
Said Every Bad One
I swear upon the Sand Dunes
And Whistling Chimes
Listen to The Written Words
Etched Into ,
The Mirror of Our Prime.
But This bad girl has been expired
a dark heart for a
gone girl,
Future liar,
Goodbye Auteur.
Henry love joy has a field day ,
He witnessed life at play
And Wished upon a Star
We know that won't get him far
But we hope Anyway
As we Glimpse at
Several Those Ebony hues
Let there light Fuel The Darkness
And be it Never Again Misused .
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
