The last one I wrote from a rash expirence. You may find it wierd to begin with, but read it again after you get to the end and let me know what comes to you. Child, Why Cry?
Child, why cry so mere and weak?
Curl up into a ball and hide away.
Is there no one to wipe those tears that streak?
Dry you eyes and come out to play.
Child, are those bruises upon you face?
Give up; don't try and fight.
Does it hurt running from the chase?
Be strong; you can make it through tonight.
Child, who leave your tummy so empty and body so bare?
Hold on tight and cringe through.
Isn't there anyone in this world who gives a care?
Hear my words when I say, "I love you."
Ice-Cream Days
Dreams are filed inside a colouring page.
Falls are safe inside a cage.
The excitement comes within each day
As every tear can be wiped away.
A backyard filled of cuts and bugs.
Extra class can be given with mud.
Every word said is true.
Make it better with "I love you."
The lions rage can be cured with kisses and lies.
I now see what they were trying to hide
Bills, heartbreaks, and harsh working plays
Will never compare to those simple ice-cream days.
Beautiful Tainted Mayo
Along with tomatoes and cheese,
I will say yes, please.
You spread like butter,
And taste much sweeter.
Oh Baby, how my stomach does agree.
Although you take an exotic ride in my mouth,
there is one thing I can do without.
On my head
And off to bed,
I now know feel this ride veering far too south.
You should probably know
The causes of why you must go.
Your stench lingers in my hair,
And now I feel icky everywhere.
Oh how I love you beautiful and tainted
Mayo.
