Walter C. Edwards Poems

Right now I feel like I am walking on a type rope,
with a broken end hanging out in space,
being prodded by the devil just to see me fall,
and now I am free for the first time that I can recall,
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The poison on your lips,
is also on your finger tips,
as you take out the knife,
you slowly twist,
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Shallow waters are your soul,
only into a swamp is where you go,
no love, no land do you hold,
so be happy to walk alone,
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Cold wails howls at me again,
reminding thee of winters fridge winds,
does not wish to end,
black sky with faint whips of dusty white,
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Where do all the years go,
take away the forbidden fruit,
ask your self once again,
do wish to taste the vine,
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Trying to slumber,
to fall a sleep.
thinking of what is to come,
mental waste land of decay,
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Melted chocolate on my finger tips,
you stand there naked before me,
lips moist an wet,
as your tongue goes back an forth,
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It is not about me,
it is not about you, never,
can we just take sometime to talk,
I hear a drum beet in the dark,
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There you go again,
but you know I am not a fool,
wake up with Sunday on my mind,
it still Tuesday what going on,
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Bye the way, Sorry,
it just hurts sometimes
kiss, are just like long goodbyes,
forgive me,
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