It's messed up, that I please you in my hour of horror.
You please yourself but making my 8 hours of hell even worse
I was burned you were burned
As I walk into the battlefield with my head held high
You slowly sulk into your neck as I grow and grow you die slowly
Dying of the lack of your Entertainment
I will live forever as long as I think postive I know it'll have a crack in the road and i might fall
I shall not fall, they taught me how to always pick myself right back up!
She taught me, he taught me, they taught me they came in like a Wreacking Ball making my heart at piece with this tired war
I tried, and tied your ends of your stiffness
I am tough like a rock, like in India Jones I chage at you with AGGRESSION
Saying "Back off pub, you don't scare me. Anymore."
Day 18 of 'Remembering Mitch'
STAND AGANIST THE ONES THAT ARE AGANIST YOU, DON'T FALTER, GET BACK UP.
YOU ARE READING
~ Remembering Mitch ~ Year 2013
PoetryAll through November I will post poems. 'Remembering Mitch' is based on his legacy. He is NOT dead. He is still very alive in our hearts and souls he will stay there. Remember him cause he sees you from above. Join me as I write his legacy -I post...
