Full of it <br />That’s what he was. <br /> <br />Full of it <br />From the tips of his branded feet <br />To the ends of his black hair <br /> <br />It wud come <br />Overflowing from the spout of the proverbial teapot <br />Empty promises <br />Melodramatic vows and statements of love <br />Spilling from his eyes <br />As he felt sorry for himself <br /> <br />He couldn’t deliver though… <br />And I couldn’t wait any more <br /> <br />He was like a blind guy running <br />Through the city streets <br />And I was his running mate <br /> <br />Sooner or later you're gonna get run down <br />Even on good intention ave <br />Unless you stop <br />So I did<br /><br />nisha dyrene<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-intentions-6/
