Freddy Ibarra

Rookie - 0 Points (8-23-96 / Texas)

So Far Gone - Poem by Freddy Ibarra

The way the sky spits in your face
The day the cries split in your taste
You lay & die, rips in the drapes
Sense the ray sits in your place 
Your blades drip in the race
The charade grips on the grace 
His fate, lifts you on the rapes
In your face, sky spits in a way

Danger danger. Emotions come with anger.
When every other stranger becomes a player 
The game becomes too much
You lose sense in his touch
You try to push away, but he's made your will into mush 
Too far gone, now you've ended us. 
So far gone... You can't feel how wrong...

Kiss his miss, drips his lips,
Spit drips miss, his lips quick
Quit, his lips don't miss.
My miss is his.
Couple minutes, his fit is finished. 

Now I'm so far gone.
So far gone.


Comments about So Far Gone by Freddy Ibarra

  • Rookie - 67 Points Urshula Davis (7/4/2012 1:21:00 PM)

    I love this and I really want to understand this poem hahaha! ! Sometimes a description is needed! ! Love it A LOT! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012



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