I'm a man holding my own..
what carries it's gem
What sees my story as it's epitaph
reasons for giving love and worship
where the God n me spoke..
Let no man come between us..Cherish what
wears my soul..through hard times and
bitter anguish, through selfishness reckoning
wind..where her heart is leaving me
the patriot of Mercy
bows beneath her savage cunning venom
licks from outter traces n touch
sexual liquid, the roar of
thunder looks past my inner cries
what beats it's drums, parasites she offer
no love, but another feeling her
nature.. conducts n private..where his
touch left her his response..
A Good man knows no characters
plays him,as her victim of lies and
deceit..pain describes her heart as heat.
a Woman, needing what can't pretend
looses sleep ..what ends...
a Good man..a future w/
Currency..anything she wants..
but HIM...Desires of the heart..broken from
the beginning..lays her body down
wonders..what the hell am I doing..
continues by what Tempts me more than
a proposal..saying..til death do us part
n sickness and n health..Prays from
what claims she..Rapture..a town
who wears her developments..sweat..
my Identity
I delievered .. joy of losing
Faith n the hopes of returning 2
A Good man whose hard to
find..still n Love...what was mines..
can't live without...pays her off..
where equal amounts is laid 2
rest, until love said enuff is enuff..
GOODBYE..
he's lost 4 Words..so be it..gone..
Create..Sheila T Jordan
3/7/2011
