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robotswillconquer
robotswillconquer
I've got a lot of problems and try to solve them with attempted lyricism
There she is packing her things quietly with that furrowed brow It's impossible to read her emotions She tosses in the blue dress she wore on our first night out She looked so beautiful and that was when I started falling Falling for her hard and fast She zips up her suitcase, packed tight with all our memories Swiftly, she turns and heads for the door barely making eye contact with me She gets in the car slams the door and drives off to God knows where "I love you," I whisper out the window But it was all too late.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
Late Response
There she is packing her things quietly with that furrowed brow It's impossible to read her emotions She tosses in the blue dress she wore on our first night out She looked so beautiful and that was when I started falling Falling for her hard and fast She zips up her suitcase, packed tight with all our memories Swiftly, she turns and heads for the door barely making eye contact with me She gets in the car slams the door and drives off to God knows where "I love you," I whisper out the window But it was all too late.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
Late Response
Making music, even Under the hardest circumstances, because Sound and rhythm are what keeps their universe In motion. All the possible Combinations of notes and beats joining In unison and harmoniously pulsing And sending electricity through their veins, Never ceasing to amaze.
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
Musicians (An Acrostic)
Equality Has to be served Gifted 'Cause it is deserved. America is a place To express The emotions you face.
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
Freedom
It must have taken you a terribly long time To plot your mischievous plan that day. You waited for the perfect moment to commit the crime. And I daresay, Your well-executed scheme, taking place in trigonometry Brought me pain And sorrow. Your need for my pencil resembles idolatry. I may never love the same Or let another person "borrow"
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
Ode to The Guy Who Stole My Pencil