07-01-2016, 06:51 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-01-2016, 06:54 PM by Barbiesque.)
Its playing havoc with my head,
As one seeks to amend.
Thoughts start fighting within,
Should the mending begin?
Of it all I grow weary,
As I'd rather enjoy,
When I'm being coy,
Without feeling so eerie
Without fearing the shadows,
The overseer, the hammer
Without dreading the gallows,
Of the powerful's slammer