Prison
Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 3:28 pm
I thought turning the tables would end this broken record
we run out wrecked lives on, but all it did was give us all the
more reason to talk in "smoke circles" and these figure eights
left me stuck... clinging to hope with a clenched fist that i raised
in anger... but hunny, i want you to know im Re-writing my life
sentence, trying to find a place for you, inbetween these prison
bars... but this bails-bond... quickly wears, when i wear this second
chance like a first mistake....
blah felt like freestyling a poem haha... anyways.
we run out wrecked lives on, but all it did was give us all the
more reason to talk in "smoke circles" and these figure eights
left me stuck... clinging to hope with a clenched fist that i raised
in anger... but hunny, i want you to know im Re-writing my life
sentence, trying to find a place for you, inbetween these prison
bars... but this bails-bond... quickly wears, when i wear this second
chance like a first mistake....
blah felt like freestyling a poem haha... anyways.