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Investigation of Love

Contributed by tothepoint on Sunday, 17th May 2009 @ 09:48:31 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry

Sometimes when I stay wide awake before hitting the bed
The thoughts about searching for love runs deep in my head
There are times when I need to walk and rethink my direction
Then I slip into my rain coat and leather shoes with my pipe at hand
Exiting my home and breathing in the air of pollution and corruption of people
And hearing the sirens run through the alley and reflecting out of my eardrums
I become a character just like Sherlock Holmes and my investigation
Is to find love and oversee the use of drugs like cocaine to keep me focused
On the case to becoming a man who lurks the streets to finding his a soul mate

When I followed the footprints of a sweet lady it mislead me into the pack of pits
I envisioned being chewed up by the these dogs from my flesh to bones
I become the tool for the k-nine as it cleans its teeth with both my femurs
My journey turns into something gruesome but my demise was a satisfaction
When I couldnt find love something natural becomes a job to hard to perform
But resignation from my position is unachievable to attain because I was destined
To search and find my mistress wishing I wasnt in character to perfect this art form
Whatever happened to a regular problem solving and unknown murder mysteries
If only I wasnt in costume to play the part of a man who finds a lover and then call it quits

Copyright © tothepoint ... [ 2009-05-17 21:48:31]
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