For love is not to mess around
As you go around the town
Telling those of great treasure
Fishing for thine own pleasure
If all the things you say are real
Then my life would be unpeeled
To make my life like Treasure
And not for your own pleasure
Alas, these things are great
For which I can not take
Because there a bunch of lies
Which can not be tied
For time is not to be waste
With a bunch of foolish taste
Love is meant to be turned
Into something you earn
To earn something so great
Would need to work at a great pace
Time has been Ticking
It's time for you to start picking
Life is not to mess around
When going around the town
Your pride is to great
For it is too late.
YOU ARE READING
Life
PoetryI love writing poetry and hope my words help you anyway possibly. I am a published poet I have a poem that publish in a book full of other people poems but I want more people to know my writings and to bring light back into people lives little by li...
