Myke Jones Poet Lyric

17 Dec 2007

I've been trying on the devil's shoes
     and dammit they fit so well
I suppose that's why I've been promised hell

The hazy days are growing colder
The night-life has begun to feed it's hunger
     of addictions, and confessions, and I'm sick to death of all of this

We were promised
SO MUCH MORE THAN THIS
And now it seems that this is all we can afford to miss

But all we ever planned for
Was so much more
And yet I'm stumbling over myself
The words we had
Meant so much more when we
Were blind enough to have a dream

Who could write the best goodbyes?
A fond farewell to the comforting points of view...

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