I Spy Poem by Hunter Jade East

I spy with my little eye
Something sinister
Not so black and white
Someone's coming
To take her by supprise
I spy something terrible
Sometimes the young
Become the old
I spy the hands of fate
But the marigolds will hide it all
It's too late

I spoke a little too soon
A little too late for the
Chance to greet you
White lies seem to 
Make a family but
White lines are what
Keeps them together

I spy with my little eye
Something so absurd
Yes I do concur
It would make you wish
That you never were
I spy something so obscene
One should never
Bite the hand that feeds
I can hear all those
Tattered words 
From your aching soul
Begging to come home
It's ok

I spoke a little too soon
A little too late for the
Chance to greet you
White lies seem to
Make a family but
White lines are what
Keeps them together