Bitten off more than

I could chew
forsaking honesty
it's true
never knowing
the colour blue
it's shades it's whims
it's endless storms
it's silken skin
the flesh adorns
the senses looking
out not in
grab what you can
you'll sink so swim
the plate's so full
of every whim,
and now the coffin's
realm of death
comes closer closer
with every breath,
I've bitten more than
I can chew,
I've had enough;
this plate's for you.

Pink Butterfly
I like it!!! I enjoyed reading...your rhymes are so neat and cute. God bless you!!! -Pink Butterfly-

robyn selters
wonderful flow... written with just the right amount of tension...