11/16/2008
What time is it?
Past midnight?
I’ve got to wake up early, but I have to write.
Brief about my life & disguise,
Madness &
cries are the tears
Countless times on the shoulder of beers
Everyday the headlights are bright, to this deer
You drove me crazy!
Your beautiful and resentful
Infidel, has made your mind resentful
Which would always lead to arguments,
But staying quiet now
Smirk, showing the shadow of my smile
For my daughter,
I have found ground.
Deaf for years,
But now hear sound
Yearning to make her proud
Daddy was never perfect
But through experience,
comes deliverance
Past to the doors of truth
Little years, are held under my belt
For another story to tell
abstract thoughts 