As the bird flies
You keep making up lies
While looking at me straight in the eyes
Have you you been doing that your whole life
As the air moves each day
Bills are supposed to be paid
In the middle of may
Mark is away
When it rains
You do pain
Its hard to contain
The urge of cocaine
That's all you do
When will you
Realize that, that's bad for you
Have you seen the things it can do
As the air gets colder
You get older
And you're dying quicker
And when you try to stop the urge, it gets harder
It stopped raining
And you stopped breathing
Bills stopped being paid
And you aren't in any pain
All because of cocaine
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The Wonders Of Words
PoetryThese are poems that I've wrote randomly. You might interpret them differently than I do and I'm okay with that. Its just the wonders of words.
