I’ll Be Your Rogue With A Heart
Base creatures surround you
With cutting laughter
That pierces the soul
Like razorblades to the skin,
Such a lousy collection
Of manipulative friends! !
How can I shake you
From your depression and stupor?
How can I wake you
To see your divinity
That flowers within?
Sweetheart, you have to learn
Triumphant defiance,
You have to spit in the eyes
Of the deadbeats and creeps
Who plot your demise,
You have to fight like hell
To never be their cowering prize.
When your guard was down,
I’m sorry you were insulted and abused
Like the sheep of girl
Your mother taught you to become,
I’m sorry your dad never convinced you
Of your inner glow of potential greatness.
Dear lady,
Abandon the gang of thugs
That only pretend
To have any concern
For your best interests,
And I promise to show you
What I friend I can be.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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