Men

He didn't like the casserole

And he didn't like my cake.

He said my biscuits were too hard...

Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't perk the coffee right

He didn't like the stew,

I didn't mend his socks

The way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer

I was looking for a clue.

Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him...

Like his mama used to do.
Zhane Knight "Adoring Eyes" Loyal - 16 years, 11 months, 3 days ago

I wrote this for my first lover who died of a drug overdose.

WALTZING WITH SIN

Someday you'll find that the worlds left you out. No true love, no nothing, just roaming about. Wild parties, rough people, a cold heart within. And each time you're dancing, You're waltzing with sin.

You're Satan made over in perfect disguise. Unfaithful, unworthy, and oh so unwise. I pity the heart of the next guy you win. Like me he'll be losing While waltzing with sin.
Zhane Knight "Adoring Eyes" Loyal - 16 years, 11 months, 3 days ago