1...2...3...
Ready or not...
here I come-
looking for truth,
not more of your lies.
1...2...3...
Ready or not...
here I come-
looking for love,
not more of your lies.
1...2...3...
Ready or not...
here I come-
looking for forever,
not more of your lies.
Like bees your barbs
sting deep in my soul.
The scent of blood
attracts the killer instinct
I never knew you had.
As a general leads his troops,
you have led me far into a territory
that is frightening and strange-
and left me to wonder....
1...2...3...
Ready or not
here I come-
looking for answers
not more of your lies.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting form, nice piece.10+