A tisk AND a Tisk
A tisk and a tisk but so many more tasks,
never a break from my lifes wrath.
For the most part so happy,so loved and content.
A good man besides me yet dreams of His scent.
Asking for trouble, i do it every day
what am i thinking!, thinking this way?
His voice haunts my words before I have spoken.
His ideas jump for miles before he has thought them.
Why do I sit here and give you all me?
Someday this all must come to be seen.
The explosions of life, heartbreak all around.
It will all end so tragic, it will end on the ground.
On the knees god gave me, begging for help.
On palms now bloody with the hand i was dealt.
It doesnt have to be like this, Aamie! Such a retard...
Do what you have to, face that your scarred.
By Aamie
© 2010 Aamie
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