Petes Poetry
Woed and woer
A few kind words to set things straight.
Time passed by, I just could'nt wait.
No need to judge me for my painted skin.
Judgements come and go, like the needles that went in.
Beauty growing, as I die to see you again.
Mouth is going, and the words are'nt pretend.
A dealer of sorts,
If love is a drug.
Nearly caught,
And the chase is'nt for slugs.
So I'll catch you again.
When the time is right.
I just wonder when,
It's a moon lit night.
Peter Riddoch.
Time passed by, I just could'nt wait.
No need to judge me for my painted skin.
Judgements come and go, like the needles that went in.
Beauty growing, as I die to see you again.
Mouth is going, and the words are'nt pretend.
A dealer of sorts,
If love is a drug.
Nearly caught,
And the chase is'nt for slugs.
So I'll catch you again.
When the time is right.
I just wonder when,
It's a moon lit night.
Peter Riddoch.
