Babette Teeth


From The Origin Where I Come - Poem by Babette Teeth

We go to where we come from
It's the end and also without care
Life's with too much care and finish in tired
Actually whatever you came up with
Mean not a thing to me
Without love we still can live
Though some madly fury and some calm
It's the difference which simply a religion cannot cope with
And get help from hell is like repeating other's stinky words
Of course each one's values not for your sayings
And one's wits is to help get over of the pains

And something cannot change cannot alter
It's like already made and forever at a loss
I don't care and why people cared
I shared the treasures not for excusing my escaping
And I do not mind what they will revenge
It's the very thing we should care and treasure


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 13, 2005



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