So she says
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A sad story. Low lit life in terms of sorrow
The feelings are torn after abuse
just to amuse. Him
She turns up at his door just to be let out
in the cold. She catches and fever strikes
giving a strange feeling. A burning fever
a burning feeling
She know it to well, she know it. First time
no. Last time. She do not think so.
With the though it never leaves. Sticks around to show.
Up. Everytime he sees
Through his window. At her in the cold
catching the fever he threw, so long. If only she
knew. Him
Sleep it out today leave it out tonight. So she says
The feelings are torn after abuse
just to amuse. Him
She turns up at his door just to be let out
in the cold. She catches and fever strikes
giving a strange feeling. A burning fever
a burning feeling
She know it to well, she know it. First time
no. Last time. She do not think so.
With the though it never leaves. Sticks around to show.
Up. Everytime he sees
Through his window. At her in the cold
catching the fever he threw, so long. If only she
knew. Him
Sleep it out today leave it out tonight. So she says
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reeling is what they say
or is it just my way
wind goes by
low light
sidetracked
low light
can't see my tracks
your scent...way back
can i be here all alone?
clear a path to my home
blood runs dry
books and jealousy tell me wrong
i will feel calm
voice blows by
low light
car crash
low light
can't wear my mask
your first, my last
voice goes by
two birds is what they'll see
getting lost upon their way
wind rolls by
low light
eyesight
low light
i need the light
i'll find my way from wrong
what's real, the dream i see
it's good.. thanks.
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
I'm crankin' LATG Right NOW!!
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
The poem is for a friend of mine, she has a quite tragic story
your poem just made me think of it
it is a really good song, you should listen when you get a chance
very deeply felt prottery, though
interesting you could pull that emotion from another's experience
it's so personal
good job, if I may say so
Will listen to it anytime soon, and thank you all for the critic.
cheers
i read your first post, too... you have quite a bit of talent, in my opinion... good luck with it
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