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Literature Text
The footprints left by you
Do not erode
Do not fade
They are an everlasting
Memory etched upon your
Future grave
So sing with me a sad song
Sing me a lullaby
I am alone in your bedroom
Wanting to hold you, to feel you
No tears coming down my eyes
I'm selfish
You were tainted water
(tainted water never tasted so good)
You were my addiction
I couldn't face the dark
Without you
( You dried out, we sadly are through)
So sing with me a sad song
Sing with me a lullaby
I am alone in your bedroom
With nothing to do
But cry
So here's another day
I spend away from you
Under moonlite skies
Your eyes
Hold
Broken
hidden
Lies
So sing with me something old
Sing me something new
"Our" moonlight shines bright
From a tree we'll hang ourselves tonight
Do not erode
Do not fade
They are an everlasting
Memory etched upon your
Future grave
So sing with me a sad song
Sing me a lullaby
I am alone in your bedroom
Wanting to hold you, to feel you
No tears coming down my eyes
I'm selfish
You were tainted water
(tainted water never tasted so good)
You were my addiction
I couldn't face the dark
Without you
( You dried out, we sadly are through)
So sing with me a sad song
Sing with me a lullaby
I am alone in your bedroom
With nothing to do
But cry
So here's another day
I spend away from you
Under moonlite skies
Your eyes
Hold
Broken
hidden
Lies
So sing with me something old
Sing me something new
"Our" moonlight shines bright
From a tree we'll hang ourselves tonight
Literature
Irretrievably Broken
What can you do when the person who is supposed to love you the most doesn't care at all?
What should you do when the person who is supposed to have your back at all times stabs you in it instead?
What does it say when all the people who were supposed to be friends to both of you kept their silence?
I may forgive one day, but I will never trust again.
Literature
Pain, Death, Time
Pain is patient,
Pain is kind,
All of us bend to Time,
Too much of either, or,
A final breath,
He'll be waiting,
The Reaper, Death.
Literature
Try not to cry.
> >>> > Mommy.. Johnny brought a gun to school,
> >>> > He told his friends that it was cool,
> >>> > And when he pulled the trigger back,
> >>> > It shot with a great crack.
> >>> > Mommy, I was a good girl, I did What I was told,
> >>> > I went to
> >>> > school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
> >>> > But Mommy, when I went to school that day,
> >>> > I never said good-bye,
> >>> > I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.
> >>> > When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,
> >>> > And all because Johnny Got the gun from his older brother.
> >>> > Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much
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So this poem is completely opposite of the song it was inspired by. But this is number 29 of my lyrical theme poems and inspirational line was This city, so pretty under moon-lit skies we'll be hanging like a cigarette. So yeah enjoy and stuff.....rest of song etc
This city, so pretty
Under the moonlit skies, we'll be hanging like a cigarette
So stunning, start running
Tonight's like a knife, would you cut me with your kiss?
I believe, red lips, you're unbelievable
Can't miss this chance to take you out, here's my invitation
Hello Brooklyn- All Time Low
This city, so pretty
Under the moonlit skies, we'll be hanging like a cigarette
So stunning, start running
Tonight's like a knife, would you cut me with your kiss?
I believe, red lips, you're unbelievable
Can't miss this chance to take you out, here's my invitation
Hello Brooklyn- All Time Low
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Nice wordcraft, ma'am.