Young lips drink deeply on the bitter waters
Of hate and suffering
These same lips choke on the stail stench
Of enderment and love
Oh Lord, don't give me what i need
Only what I think I deserve
Oh Lord, take every good thing that I see
And brake them all into pieces of me
Little pieces
Tiny Pieces
The little pieces of me
And that is all I deserve
Written By Beau Bennett
09/05/97
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey beau, even though you've written this piece over 12 years back....i feel your pain. And you know what....YOU are one big hunk of love for everyone! ! ! Keep sailing, sailor boy! Love & Cheers. Subroto