Old was once new

If not for the fine, 
lost will be a lost cause.
been no saint" 
But to old to blame.
brings wounder
If any love
Is to much 
For this gizzard heart.
And lizard pass.
That trew away the good grass.
my prisoned gift to give 
I humbly gave
But could of have save
The rest like brave.
for life have played it right.
At float the shades
stays away from glow
 a new time low
This new world shows.
Were light had to 
glide aside
And dark had to 
make things bright.
To ark to good 
And bleed nice.
Good can't always be the one 
to bloom out at night.

for a fined to then be a lost.
Then lost now has a cost.
been no saint" 
brings wounder 
of how much a heart 
should one gain. 
if when in love 
no one complains. 
For Love chokes"
if plain.
the give and gave
 Saves not one brave.
but I'll grace" 
what i couldn't save,
now they face 
a second bad taste. 
when ugly 
had already left trace.  
of the no good things
you once tried to embrace.
Now wish yourself. 
to good soon. 
or soon 
will zoom in
....the......
.......doom..!