I don’t listen much to the world
It doesn’t have much to say
It only tells me I owe it money
One of these days I’ll crack it in the mouth
Carve its face up with a pen and give it a new one
And when people ask what happened
The world can tell them
“I asked Eddie for money one too many times”
And the world’s broken face will remind everyone
Never to ask a dime of me, again
Forgiveness I know your mistakes And you know mine Maybe I dodged a bullet And maybe you did, too Things always work out The way they were meant to So, here's to moving on Here's to being free And here's to forgiveness If you send someone to hell Then you go...
Memory Of A Ghost They said the only way To make money writing poems Is to sing them So I picked up my guitar And hummed a tune I tried to write some words down But each time I tried All I could think about Was you I don't recall the first time I saw you Or the...
Story of My Life I grew up once But it was a mistake So I became A kid again Read more poems by Eddie. Watch Eddie’s videos.
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