deepundergroundpoetry.com
Disconnection during transmission
Walk the ground
This path every day
The trees whisper stay away
Though I know I belong in this place
My walk goes on
While the sun falls
Walls my mind built start to crumble
To the ground I stumble
The dirt breaks away before me
Through the filth I see a note
Unto me it was wrote
From the hands of my love
Words I'd never read
Fore I don't remember the blood shed
It was titled "lost in translation"
What she always felt just with contemplation
I know now she's my damnation
I'll fall and burn in temptation
she holds the sweetest sensation..
This path every day
The trees whisper stay away
Though I know I belong in this place
My walk goes on
While the sun falls
Walls my mind built start to crumble
To the ground I stumble
The dirt breaks away before me
Through the filth I see a note
Unto me it was wrote
From the hands of my love
Words I'd never read
Fore I don't remember the blood shed
It was titled "lost in translation"
What she always felt just with contemplation
I know now she's my damnation
I'll fall and burn in temptation
she holds the sweetest sensation..
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3
reading list entries 1
comments 2
reads 678
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.