I Wrote This And Called It A Poem
Something old without a title
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Just another of whatever's, and another simple sigh.
Another single teardrop, at the corner of her eye
Another wasted wish thought, and another darkened dream.
Another time, another place, another painful scream.
Just another day of longing, and another wondered "Why?"
Another tear she's crying, another life gone bye.
Another kiss not counted, and another hug not felt.
Another battered soul now, covered up in blackened welts.
Just another crazy poet, and just another lovely muse.
Another set of lovers, who feel they've both been used.
Just another set of words that tell, how another rhyme's been lost.
So, it's another price to pay for both, in all their heart felt costs.
Another ending started, and another beginning to an ends.
Another fleeting feeling, that even poetic words can't send.
漏 -The Snowdog~
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Just another of whatever's, and another simple sigh.
Another single teardrop, at the corner of her eye
Another wasted wish thought, and another darkened dream.
Another time, another place, another painful scream.
Just another day of longing, and another wondered "Why?"
Another tear she's crying, another life gone bye.
Another kiss not counted, and another hug not felt.
Another battered soul now, covered up in blackened welts.
Just another crazy poet, and just another lovely muse.
Another set of lovers, who feel they've both been used.
Just another set of words that tell, how another rhyme's been lost.
So, it's another price to pay for both, in all their heart felt costs.
Another ending started, and another beginning to an ends.
Another fleeting feeling, that even poetic words can't send.
漏 -The Snowdog~
