Ace Of Black Hearts
Ace Of Black Hearts Poems
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It rips at the soul the way only a mothers love could do.
The freshness of it is yet of the autumn dew.
Trees start to turn the colors of reds, yellows and orange.
And then is the sadness in which it comes. the first brown leaf being crumbled up and blowing away.
It becomes dirt and creates something new.
A little baby sprout is growing from it.
It carries but the very features she has.
One day too, she'll become like the freshness of the autumn dew.
Leave This To Real Men
Hide behind your pride.
Tell them that tonight is the day they all die.
Death is all around me.
Their just no way to get away.
Not tomorrow or today.
The man says i'm just trying to change my life.
As he gets thrown right back into captivity.
No good deed goes unpunished.
Hate the perfect lovers.