Why do we complain about the unfairness of life?
We have been stroked by its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed

Are the nights getting too long?
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are Ты the one shit out of luck?

Is it Ты being pushed around?
Is it Ты begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
или is it the fact that Ты remember all of the lies?

Was it Ты tied down onto his bed?
Was it Ты screaming at the site of his head?
Was it Ты who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped Ты remain alright?

Do Ты regret ever meeting him,
или was it a lesson well-learned?
Do Ты regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do Ты regret ever Поцелуи him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
Ты just tie up a noose.

Розы are red
violets are blue
when i flush the toilet
i remember you. . .


Ты who speak of beautiful words
when at my back Ты have this sharp swords
delighted by how Ты praise me
set me on огонь is what you'd like to see

what's even funnier is that i've done nothing to you
i'm just being me and there's nothing Ты can do :P


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a short poem for the haters ;)
loveyall,, ya make me famous!!!! :*