Little King of Sorrows


Lady Luck


Always deserving better than me.
Me and you could never be.
Allowing me a chance for free,
Now these thoughts I cannot flee.
Dearest friend I need not see,
A simple word I wait from thee.

Justify the pain I feel,
Even though we broke the deal,
Aching heart is very real,
Need a word to help me heal.

Months of hiding pain inside,
Admitting now the ways I lied,
Repair the intentions of what I tried,
Inscribed in prayers I nightly cried.
Ever lasting friend I have implied.

J-man gives you what you need,
Of his forgiveness I also plead,
Hopeful solution to evil deed,
New food for thought for us to feed.
Stoned and drunk I couldn't lead,
Overtaken by the pace and speed,
Never forgotten, your planted seed.

© 2013 L.K.Sorrows

Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 12, 2013
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