Best Song Lyricwrite Poems
Limited in choices of writing creative topics of poetry,
I only want to write about some sort of painful misery,
Lost love or I am not a thought in a mans new mind,
For I do not know how to write any other type or kind.
I pump out a limerick and rhyme here and there,
Only to write poems that reflect my lack of flair,
For I do not have many hobbies or interests too,
But I will keep posting my limitedness for you.
If I could write a song and keep you from leaving
I'd never write another line
If I could, I'd haunt your peaceful dreams
Forever taunt your fragile mind
Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
There's always another Valentine
This bed that you once called home-
Its emptiness feels so divine
This heart that you once filled whole
Its emptiness, is mine
If I could see through your bleating
I'd have never called you mine
If I could bring you all you're "needing"
The universe would be thine
Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
There's always another Valentine
Loving thoughts, once dwelt on you
Have slowly morphed with time
Wrought with disdain, I can say:
I'm thankful I drew the line
If I could be all you wanted
I would be God
If I could be all you wanted
Who I am would be robbed
Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
There's always another Valentine
Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
I'll give praise that you aren't mine
when the lights are dim
and the night looks grim
all i write is sound
and i think i'm better off
better off
twice today
I was in your arms
and i bit my tongue
i'd rather be aloft
yea i think i'm better off
better off
dear city that never sleeps
i often think of you
i wonder how you will keep
when the night sinks into
and if you make it to the days break
no one will really know it's you
another second chance to excel with truth
relaxed like stooping pigeons on the roof
lately i've been dying for a noose
or just a rope in general to hang myself from
day light trickles
but i find it difficult to hold a nickel to my left thumb
in other words
life is simple if you play it as it comes
here lately
i find myself growing more skeptical of people
feelings resemble damaged goods that pose lethal
at the edge of absinthe
and only tear drops touch the needle
i still write
but most of the time i'm like
kind of nice
for tomorrow pushes me gently
it's a rush but it soothes my thoughts
and i'm stronger mentally
when the lights are dim
and the night looks grim
all i write is sound
and i think i'm better off
better off
twice today
I was in your arms
and i bit my tongue
i'd rather be aloft
yea i think i'm better off
better off
so i'll send this letter off
"when all else fails I write"