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Thomas Brody Poem
I don't want to know what you think of me
Am I your hero or am I you misery
Every step I take is another reminder
That you're nothing but my biggest desire
Spent all day setting up a picnic for two
Ended up sitting alone downing my booze
How could I had thought we were meant to be
You did nothing but infect this perfect reality
Abandon all ships for the sake of love
The last thing I want is a plus one with her drug
On the edge of the no named rye cliff
Is where my heart belongs on this trip
I'm as useless as a horse with no legs
What else is new, I'm just like a needle in the hay
I've held on to your words of the past
I guess it's true that the nice guy finishes last
We talked and we walked in the prairie of life
You were a reason that I wanted to get lost
I could taste the poison from the human mind
You were the only one that could spin me blind
Tomorrow is the day I would feel alive
But that's a nice memory that will pass me by
I'll never have the joy or smile
What's this game?, I'll be gone for awhile
I wonder if I'm running through your thoughts
Turning the pages without the power to stop
I'm running away from everything I've known
All you have to know is that I'm better off on my own
Copyright © Thomas Brody | Year Posted 2014
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Thomas Brody Poem
An untimely moment I always imagined
A sad past that was a match made for heaven
Breathes taken with shattering fear
For the end of us was scarcely near
We were always waiting on that moment
But the moment ended up waiting for us
You were just my heart's kryptonite
Unlike the epiphany I had last night
I've got a lot to say, so open up your ears
We are done, the past is here
A few steps closer to being obsolete
You just make me feel make believe
I'm glad I left when I did
Cause you were only holding me down like an 8 year old kid
All the answers turned out to be wrong
Just like the time I meant making this song
We are a lesson of the past
A story our kids will learn so fast
Cause the months I spent with you
Turned out to never be true
As if we were a nascar race
We finished in second place
My lucidity was taking over
Making me feel stronger then a four leaf clover
In the end the love was just lust
We must move on, we must.
Copyright © Thomas Brody | Year Posted 2014
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