Sunday, January 17, 2010

The Maker.

I used to be a maker of fools until I became one
or [rather] was made one,
promise I aint the same one
seeing how the days run, just like game
before, I never could complain
until you're in pain, outside of the window pane
wishing for an end to the rain.
eyes left cloudy, and shirts lefts stained.
[heart]broken like a bone, but its a muscle so its strained.
and then I start to think
How many "YOU"'s i'd left the same, or
in the same state.
[now] I promise I can relate
due to a shot of Karma, with a twist of fate....


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