Array ( [sid] => 148857 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => For Your Eyes Only. [time] => 2009-04-01 12:55:34 [hometext] => What goes around, comes around and it sure does kick hard. [bodytext] => Dont you feel like it's all about now,
Looking at us cant you understand how?
Its simple you know, just look in the mirror,
Cant you see you are turning into a user?.
You crossed the line, you knew it was fine
'So' you thought and carried on without care for the crime...

Well now you see Brother, you misunderstood me
You should have known better, this is the way it will be.
I understand your pain, but what can I do,
Everything I try falls sharp which always offends you,
But still you stir and never do you stop,
Even to the point of a sure fatal and sudden drop.

And so I write in all my glory,
A message here to explain, how things are turning into a story.
From now on forth things shall be written,
For the world to see how much you have bitten.
This may seem childish and immature... Fun,
But it is nothing different that you have already done.

Surely enough, as each minute passes,
I believe and hear you speaking poison with the masses,
Spreading rumor and lies, turning folk to your side,
You fall short of nothing, enjoy your cess pool where you hide.
And here I go, the first of many if you continue,
I know about your life, your misdemeanors and that avenue.
For one thing is certain, faithful is not your word,
The value of trust, means so much more than mere lust.




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For Your Eyes Only.
Date: Wednesday, 1st April 2009 @ 12:55:34 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Hynth
Dont you feel like it's all about now,
Looking at us cant you understand how?
Its simple you know, just look in the mirror,
Cant you see you are turning into a user?.
You crossed the line, you knew it was fine
'So' you thought and carried on without care for the crime...

Well now you see Brother, you misunderstood me
You should have known better, this is the way it will be.
I understand your pain, but what can I do,
Everything I try falls sharp which always offends you,
But still you stir and never do you stop,
Even to the point of a sure fatal and sudden drop.

And so I write in all my glory,
A message here to explain, how things are turning into a story.
From now on forth things shall be written,
For the world to see how much you have bitten.
This may seem childish and immature... Fun,
But it is nothing different that you have already done.

Surely enough, as each minute passes,
I believe and hear you speaking poison with the masses,
Spreading rumor and lies, turning folk to your side,
You fall short of nothing, enjoy your cess pool where you hide.
And here I go, the first of many if you continue,
I know about your life, your misdemeanors and that avenue.
For one thing is certain, faithful is not your word,
The value of trust, means so much more than mere lust.






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