Poems from lankford.allison
If history repeats itself
Like i know it might
Baby i can promise you
you'll be in my arms tonight.
Impending doom, crash and burn
My love is hard
They never learn.
You're drifting away
I'll wake you after
I warned you darling
I'm just...
Techni- colored butterflies fly around my head
like petals in the wind
even though the flowers are dead.
Beauty is painted
Colors layered with life see,
Underneath lay bare.