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olena May 2015
i'm gonna take a shot in the dark
i'm gonna guess this is the end of
what you could never start
heartbreaking
at the back of the line
it's that symmetry
that keeps your eyes on the prize

i'm gonna build you an arena
i'm gonna build you an arena

you were blood and thunder
you were like no other

i'm gonna take a shot in the dark side
you're up to what you don't know
but i know that you lie
we were the
fire
fire
fire
if you're not burning alive,
you can call me a liar

i'm gonna build you an arena
This poem became the first song I've ever written. I started it in English class and I never let go.
olena May 2015
i'm lost somewhere familar
looking at ashy knees in
bath suds with disdain
rose petals sprinkled away

have the loftiest abode
have the airiest dresses,
but i never had auburn tresses
like hers
i was charcoal in
comparison

one of the desert girls;
candles flickered the way
she'd bat her eyelashes
bringing hands to my eyes
i lie on the floor
and i lie to them more
a nightgown hangs the way
the pale moon
did

carpet kissing my bare feet
rosy knuckles grasping a storm
the lake foams over in it's wake
who saves you now
Based off the song and video for End Of The Line by Sleigh Bells. I tried to match the visuals and give it a story.

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