Wind Of The Forgotton Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Easy come easy go,
Don't you know?
Hanging yourself with a short enough rope.
And the temptation swings closer.
Tell me now are you any worse for wear?
Finding a mishaped glass in which too stare.
Is she fat or skinny, just maybe no underwear?
Even if our worlds collide how do they compare?
With a smile, with a little flair watch as I burn the air.
Stardust sucked into the feint memories.
A blip so small why would anyone notice at all.
Its the wind of the forgotton.
Screaming something, maybe its just I can't hear you.
A mishap so intentionally accidently spun in a thick web of confusion.
Welcome to another of my many illusions.
What is catapulted up must sooner or later in all eventuality come down.