Put the Past Aside - the Dark Side of the Moon
Bitter, the taste of tears on your color less cheeks, breathe,
reality on the run hurts worse than the insane damage of
any words thrown in hatred; let my crooning eclipse you,
insolate you, like a halo on an angel. “Speak to me of us,
nevermind, the money and the great gig in the sky or them."
B itter, THE taste of tears on your COLOR less cheeks, BREATHE,
R eality ON THE RUN hurts worse than the insane DAMAGE of
A NY words thrown in hatred, let my crooning ECLIPSE YOU,
I nsolate you, LIKE a halo on an angel “SPEAK TO ME of US.
N evermind, the MONEY AND the GREAT GIG IN THE SKY or THEM."
Speak to Me/ Breathe, On the Run, Time, The Great Gig in the Sky,
Money, Us and Them, Any Color You Like, Brain Damage, Eclipse
9/11/15
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015
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