Sunday, May 30, 2010

Justice donor

Poor may
I could not leave you lonely and sober
You see I've been busy
But I never forgot you
The lies you made me tell
The jokes you made me make

The story of the hand around the waist
The rejection of a taste
But not regarded as the spark of waste

I watched you walk by
And gave no respect to your rhythm
No attention to your detention
No affection to your reflection

How lovely we are