Arich Cole Poems

As I wait for the indecisive woman to put my mind at ease, thoughts of rebellion and reality jog my mind.
The good out weighs the bad but being brought up in a corrupt world the bad is all that matters to you.
Let me intrigue you before you regret the decisions made at hand from the doubled edge blade we call a tongue.
The pain it causes hurts more then being deliberately punched into the nose by the champ himself, Knowing it will subside within the hour.
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Indicted by the lady on my heart, constant restraint is what kept you apart, afar from giving in to me.
Good man is what you claimed you wanted but the chill of him actually presenting himself, sent you in denile of what's to come which doubted our union from the start.
Heart ache is not what has come to me but a shame that's all, not given the chance to bring a queen to a ball.
Instead put to death by the apprehensive mind of a woman,
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I am glad it is over
no longer will i sob
your heart has a new victim
resentfulness has started over
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