Wrong Turn at Narrow Street
The devil’s made a project
of toying with my soul.
I left religion at the altar
a long time ago.
Guess I derailed my own life,
stopping on a rhyme.
I’ve been to 1st and Main street,
but I signed no dotted line.
Never would have sold my soul
for money, love, or lust.
It was taken by foreclosure
when all my dreams went bust.
of toying with my soul.
I left religion at the altar
a long time ago.
Guess I derailed my own life,
stopping on a rhyme.
I’ve been to 1st and Main street,
but I signed no dotted line.
Never would have sold my soul
for money, love, or lust.
It was taken by foreclosure
when all my dreams went bust.
posted by TwistedNoggin at 4:30 PM
3 Comments:
My apologies to the regular readers... this one's cheesy.
No, it's quite interesting.
Your poetry has .... changed recently. Can't quite put my finger on it.
Must be something to do with some new development in your personal life.
I've only been back to writing for less than a year and a half, so I'm probably still getting back into the swing of it. I went 10 rarely writing at all.
I hope it's changed in a good way. :)
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