Don’t Throw Mud!

hate and anger, you
throw mud at others, it sticks,
splashes back, on you.

my biggest fear.

(all i could do was cry)

and you’ll be happy
watching her walk down the aisle
while i am crumbling.

let them roll

It is fair to call
Our chit chat as rock and roll
Of toilet paper

Rooftop

These inner shackles
Prison of my own making
I think of that night

Dirty Players

Don’t play in the mud.
We are out of detergent,
Can’t wash dirty clothes!

free lunch always comes with free smile

I want to lunch with
You and see your smile in the
Bento made by you

When It Comes to Conclusion…

My plot will always
Twist before you try to jump
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