One False Move
The world is a trap ready to snapDark sides of town and yet all around
Nowhere safe to lay my head
Left to wonder around instead
Weapons and knifes, filled with strife
Violence and action, suprising reaction
Nowhere to run, feeling outdone
Looking for grace, at my own pace
The world is a trap ready to snap
Dark sides of town and yet all around
Nowhere safe to lay my head
Left to wonder around instead
Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-08-04 at 08:20
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