... And Shoot
I let you hold my ice cold hand
Yours was warm and so innocent
You really cared so much for me
I don't think I could say the same
All I am are tracks in the sand
A work of art with a dent
A secret box with a lost key
A wild beast with no tame
I'm floating and can't find land
Some call me melificent
All I want is to be set free
But I'm stuck in a cruel game
So forgive my ice cold hand
My unforgiving resentment
Pleaze hear my agonizing plea
Ther's no time to waist, just aim...
This poem is about:
Our world