The Grass is Greener

by reginadee2014

The Grass is Greener

Regina Puckett


Your blood soaked in wine

A place for licentious to dine

Gambling until there nothing is left

Bright lights aiding the clever theft

One day you need more and more

Until you turn into the world’s whore

Why is the grass greener over there

Making you afraid to give or share

When you allow the world eat you whole

Who will then save your heart – your soul?




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