These Thoughts Impure
These thoughts impure
All these women,
Calipso's vile breed,
Leave me with thoughts,
o so impure...
The chosen shall find pleasure,
Amongst all our sin.
Morals are left lost,
And never found again.
These streets are my playground,
You are my toys.
Fufilling my every need,
Until your left discarded
....broken, forgotten.
So take now my hand,
Forget all the others before.
Neverland awaits,
We have only but...
One fragile hour.
Love is all make-believe,
Passed down for centuries.
These lies are only real,
In the world of lost boys.
"A poem i wrote spur of the moment. I figure i would post this up, its a project as of right now. Just thought i would post a short rough draft for critique. I believe it lacks the metaphors i usually put up in my writings."
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