Petes Poetry
Guinea pig
This lonesome hell ridden track.
Yet a heart and soul is not what I lack
Maybe lacking love in many forms.
But from hell ridden addiction I have reformed
Destroyed my fair share of my own creation.
But never lost or forsaken.
Mentally ill.
Is no thrill.
Experimented on, mis-diagnosed.
Best off a rat in a cage I suppose
I've found love, but don't know if it's real.
Can't speak or explain how I or she really feel.
like it's taboo.
To show a heart true.
Like diamond or coal
A yin and yang of soul.
So must I wait
Be it destiny or fate.
For I'm dying slowly
To find true love that I know.
Now this pain won't shorten my years.
Nor it's agony and all the tears.
For my love of life is forever.
Now I face stormy weather.
Tomorrow will be fine.
Maybe then, I might be able to call someone mine.
Pete.
Yet a heart and soul is not what I lack
Maybe lacking love in many forms.
But from hell ridden addiction I have reformed
Destroyed my fair share of my own creation.
But never lost or forsaken.
Mentally ill.
Is no thrill.
Experimented on, mis-diagnosed.
Best off a rat in a cage I suppose
I've found love, but don't know if it's real.
Can't speak or explain how I or she really feel.
like it's taboo.
To show a heart true.
Like diamond or coal
A yin and yang of soul.
So must I wait
Be it destiny or fate.
For I'm dying slowly
To find true love that I know.
Now this pain won't shorten my years.
Nor it's agony and all the tears.
For my love of life is forever.
Now I face stormy weather.
Tomorrow will be fine.
Maybe then, I might be able to call someone mine.
Pete.