David Hayes Poems

Love is not patient and love is not kind
Love is a jester, and he binds your mind
He tricks and deceives you with well honed skill
Once you beleive him your soul he does kill
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Life is a stream but it flows like a river
With torrents and rapids that will soon make you shiver
Some learn to swim but the rest all just drown
Sinking and choking, never to be found
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I ran into the City of the Dead
As I leaped over my friend's severed head
That's when I saw him, his sword in his hand
Blood dripping from the point, onto the land
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