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Saying Bye Bye Baby

I'm Heavier than the walls of a writers block Hotter than a favelas summers clock I'm Rougher than sand paper, hanging on a carpenters sock Distanced like lands separated at sea step in these 11 and a half's , so i can show you what it takes to be free. You once said it still hurt! I was dead! You once said love, and i ****ed up. I wish you would of read, Me , as cool and empty as my breathe and lungs. I should have woke up when your love rung. I shouldn't lose, but it feels right to fail. In war and love their is no mercy in this jail. For us id move the gun for the canine to score, yet, I've never met a person id try losing for. "I got the blues ladies and gentlemen. A round of an applause for our fine men playing tonight. I have a love story to tell you about. Its a bout a fine man, who was no different from you. Yet, this man was a whole lot different." He was strong, with a vision holding his nuts and nothing mattered. So even the liquid couldn't get to his bladder Maybe a brother, maybe a son, maybe a close friend, it doesn't matter who or what only when it ends. There comes a time in a mans life, where he is living and not looking. It is then where he feels free and forgets about her first cooking. In you i have faith my god, my mother and father. It isnt much to say, its just doesn't feel right to still feel love in 100 shades of gray Im lifting the writers walls and cooling the sun with the moons clouds. Ill pray i never lose this much. Life is good, but shell never answer to tell me why she was so out of touch No time, nor dimension, can show what hes feeling, another day it may be easier to take a break from this grieving. Good night ladies and gentlemen, i just pray you show her this note tonight. Giving me a breathe, gazing into this uneasy nyc sight. Ive learned to live without air and only with my memories of the world , you were so beautiful and pure on the first date as u smiled and twirled "By then the young man turned into a gray angry man, no tear could he drop, Its then the girl played the music of love and he finally let his ego drop" The heavens opened up and gave the young man reason to live, she was back again, and he was stoned and passive. Trying to catch his mental, he grabbed her tight, he lost his mind for one more time to never forget her smell on that Bronx night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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