poem about treacherous people and innocent people taken in |
Even though our decisions are late. We make choices that change our fate. Love is a handicapp, that boughs us down. Keeps us sad, and saddled with a frown. Some people don't care about anything. Or the trouble and problems their actions bring. Heartless,uncaring, selfish, and cold. Born of the demons, that never grow old. People's feelings don't matter at all. They crush, without prejudice, both big and small. If someone does'nt put them in check. They proceed without caution, making your life a wreck. They seldom pray, or have emotions like us. They're treacherous and ruthless, not people you trust. The world would be better, with these people gone. Rather than being with them, you're better alone. Pray,if you happen to be in their sight. They only acknowledge wrong, because they don't know right. You hope for the better, but expect the worst. Trouble and destruction, always comes first. Easy to get caught, in their alluring trap. Good at deception, with persuasive rap. Run, if you see them, because they are quick. If ever caught, you are in pretty thick. |