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Midnight Ramblins#10
Why do I make her cry
When I’m the son of o’ Bitch
Why wont I
Take mine happy pills
To Help calm
Mine irritated mind
The scales of the scorpion
are tough, an run dry
In mine Sagittarius eye
I need to hear
The sounds of her tears
To recognize the pain in me
I can change,
I can change, I can change
When I’m the son of o’ Bitch
Why wont I
Take mine happy pills
To Help calm
Mine irritated mind
The scales of the scorpion
are tough, an run dry
In mine Sagittarius eye
I need to hear
The sounds of her tears
To recognize the pain in me
I can change,
I can change, I can change
Published 5th Apr 2024
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5th Apr 2024 1:54pm
Hello Ed. A great poem. Tortured soul, a love for her. Wonderfully executed. Be well.
9th Apr 2024 00:46am
Certainly been on the receiving end...
But I suppose a gothic girl needs to cry and so she seeks them out.
Feeling the sting of the scorpion and letting you share in her pain.
Because she needs the intensity of feeling that pain brings.
But I suppose a gothic girl needs to cry and so she seeks them out.
Feeling the sting of the scorpion and letting you share in her pain.
Because she needs the intensity of feeling that pain brings.
