Pieces Of Me Poem by Beau Bennett

Pieces Of Me



Young lips drink deeply on the bitter waters
Of hate and suffering

These same lips choke on the stail stench
Of enderment and love

Oh Lord, don't give me what i need
Only what I think I deserve
Oh Lord, take every good thing that I see
And brake them all into pieces of me

Little pieces

Tiny Pieces

The little pieces of me
And that is all I deserve

Written By Beau Bennett
09/05/97

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Subroto Chatterjee 19 April 2009

hey beau, even though you've written this piece over 12 years back....i feel your pain. And you know what....YOU are one big hunk of love for everyone! ! ! Keep sailing, sailor boy! Love & Cheers. Subroto

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