She's Falling Fast

pearlzepfanpearlzepfan Posts: 456
edited February 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Break neck speed, my gal, she’s falling fast
With her parachute eyes and her full body cast
She knows what I need, she don’t even have to ask
If I break my face, you know, she makes me wear a mask

With her shiny plastic ring upon her nail
And her negativity that never seems to fail
She always brings me down, but you won’t here me complain
Because everywhere she goes it always seems to rain

You can talk too much or not talk at all
Either way, baby, you are bound to fall
She’s always scrounging, hard-pressing me for cash
Sooner or later, you are finally gonna crash

You can look for me underneath the stairs
Or on top of the ferris wheel at the county fair
You can look all over, baby, but I won’t be there
As soon as you’ll be landing I will be taking to the air
"I'm a thief, and I dig it"
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Comments

  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    very nice. :)
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • Bu2Bu2 Posts: 1,693
    Very well written!
    Feels Good Inc.
  • Bu2Bu2 Posts: 1,693
    "She always brings me down, but you won’t here me complain"....

    You'll want to change that "here" to "hear".

    Other than that, it's great.
    Feels Good Inc.
  • Thanks for the correction. I'm usually more careful than that on grammar.
    "I'm a thief, and I dig it"
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Bu2 wrote:
    "She always brings me down, but you won’t here me complain"....

    You'll want to change that "here" to "hear".

    Other than that, it's great.

    i "heard" this as 'here' i.e. you won't (hear me, here) here me complain..

    as in 'i won't complain here, in this forum.'

    this is a good write and i can relate, here.
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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