Gord

2025-09-17 06:41 am

May I judge? The chaos comes,
Under veil of doves, not weight problems. 

May I judge? Love is based on trust,
Something you know nothing of,
Like plain hard work and using gloves.

Broken promises, safe guarded,
Imitation artist with an imitation father, 
Imitated marble walls to floor,
How are those games you play at home?

May I judge? The chaos comes,
Not in the break ups, it's there all along.

Eighty dollars for a game cartridge.
May I judge? Are the games you play fun?
What about friendship, was it there all along? 
Under a veil of doves, a veil of darkness,
Changing promises, a raging monster.