Thursday, 11 November 2010

early morning bitterness.

Why would I even want the world you offer?
When i saw you last you even said it was a small one
I put work into making the most of my time.
It's crazy how a couple of rhymes
can make your self-worth rise.
Thought the world stopped
when i lost the shoulder
i was so well-accustomed to crying on.
At the end of that night i learnt
nothing stops a rising son.