My tears fall my son asleep /
He will call out for his guinea pig /
in the yard i have to dig /
He did not need to die /
I should not have to cry /
But for my son ,my son
I hear you moan in the night/
even in sleep you know somethings not right /
Knowing of your fright /
i cry , I cry
we can never replace that guinea pig
I know , i know i know
Damn love hurts , love hurts , love hurts
The world such a bad and wicked place/
But why kids or guinea pigs Of which we can not replace /
I will miss you my sons best friend ,i will miss see-ing you and my son sleeping side by side , you were his first best friend , i cant stop tearing up as i write this , today i hate the world .... it is only natural
jimmy j
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- Jimmy J.
- Poetry, what is it? A poet what is that? I doubt its me ! To me poetry is a word description of life. No matter a good or bad life only the truth of life. A poet can only truly describe a life he lives or has lived. One can not write about drug addiction, gangs, violence, and despair if he or she has not dwelled there. I write things I feel because I have been there, done that and know what many people feel because I feel it. What effects the young today effected the old yesterday. Nothing really has changed when it comes to poverty. I write about black and white issues because I feel neither black nor white, because I refuse to wear color of skin. I write about the young because I never grew up. I write about the old because the years added up.
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