The Story Told - Free Fall
Trouble filling up a glass
halfway spilt
destined to dismantle
a seeping mind
thought once to be one of a kind
but lately left behind
books beaming with success
slipping off her dress
uncovering secrets hidden deep
making me weep
knowledge known to make a man
but too much gets you the frying pan
when whispers are told
about growing old
maid in a minute
a minuet in triple time anyway you spin it
you think we cant tell
oh go to hello
in your cap just another feather
let's talk about the weather
a lion lying upon the rough rock
thoughts only of a twisted clock
guarding the den
of iniquity then
read the riot act
lost in a book of facts
don't lie
goodbye
yellow brick road
the story's been told
*for Frank's Zany contest*
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