madpoe

Today after a job interview, i stopped at a tower records, and i found the SG BOOK, i feel on my face in oter amazment, & to all you beautiful women, you are amazing this poem is for you


over welmed with weakness with out a window
to weave through.
Dog dead tierd and dirty, left hopeless and hurting
hoping for some one to have me, and hold
me, saddly to save me so saddly so
soon.
Alone in the shower, running lower on power.
Toung tied down, broken down
down today, down tomarrow,
another day of sarrow,
another day of sarrow,
another day of sarrow.
Help me outta this pile of leaves,
show me someone who truley beleaves
is proud not to greaves,
who can help me off of my knees
help me out of this pile of leaves,
I am usually strong, structured, and strengthend
even when it feels like life is forrsaken.
So all iam asking as i assemble unasurely,
is someone to hurry and help me from hurting
is someone to hurry and help me from hurting
is someone to hurry and help me from hurting