"F"

Your life really was never fully your own,
and indeed was it granted, to you on loan.
Given in love, to see what you could do,
and how you'd handle, what it brought you.
For a time would come, when I'd recall,
so to grade, and judge it all.
Told to treat it well, and not to abuse,
or oneday premantently, you would lose.
Now to this point, have your actions brought,
and all you could be, I am sure you're not.
For I know not, the individual, you portrayed,
because it is not the person, that I made.
Living as a stranger before my eyes,
and even believing, your own lies.
For you are not, who you think you are,
and how you became this way, is so bizarre.
Truly shameful is the life, you displayed,
and you shall not receive, a passing grade.
Such high hopes, you'd make me proud,
and not allow evil, your judgement cloud.
But your days have now past, under the sun,
there is time nomore, with you I'm done.




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Written on 2009-07-13 at 00:45

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I Like It :-)
2009-07-13



baby. are you running away?
2009-07-13


Amy Valentina
I liked the human acceptance of the fact that our lives is indeed just a loan given to see what we could do with it..
But sure there is still time... the now ... to change the course of one's life...Good one with a beautiful rhyming scheme.
LOL,
Amy
2009-07-13



And Tai I F, ing done with you, you boring bastard! Report me..go on! I F ing dare you! You really do need treatment.

Tai, F ing at you
2009-07-13