Petes Poetry
Immortal you
As we travel though this expanse of time.
We try to find reason or ryme.
Why we are here?
Why tobacco is so dear?
If love is a drug.
Then how much is a hug?
Nobody knows the expense.
Nobody makes any sense.
Depends on the situation.
Depends on how much manipulation.
We all make some sacrafice.
But in the end we all pay an immortal price.
Pete.
We try to find reason or ryme.
Why we are here?
Why tobacco is so dear?
If love is a drug.
Then how much is a hug?
Nobody knows the expense.
Nobody makes any sense.
Depends on the situation.
Depends on how much manipulation.
We all make some sacrafice.
But in the end we all pay an immortal price.
Pete.