What if loves I once ceased to know
were just my own mistakes to blame
How can I then tender a hope
when all my excuses go lame
Then all the stars would fall to earth
as the lights went out in the sky
Leaving me dark and by myself
to then ask of my god but why
The breeze picks up what's left of life
as it cleans the lost slate away
The four winds then come whisk and blow
memories of a finer day
At times I am my own worst pain
not the way I wish it should be
Failing to recognize problems
not in others but within me
Tate
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
What if loves I once ceased to know
were just my own mistakes to blame
How can I then tender a hope
when all my excuses go lame
Then all the stars would fall to earth
as the lights went out in the sky
Leaving me dark and by myself
to then ask of my god but why
The breeze picks up what's left of life
as it cleans the lost slate away
The four winds then come whisk and blow
memories of a finer day
At times I am my own worst pain
not the way I wish it should be
Failing to recognize problems
not in others but within me
Tate
Original version
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/631791/
Not a serious write. Just a thought on my own responsibility for some of the pain I have known in the past. I caught my own reflection in the mirror and couldn't help seeing I am guilty as sin! lol I couldn't help it the Paper Moon movie is such an icon of Americana.
Just having some fun the paper moon movie reminds me of the racetrack and the kids both grown and not who acted so badly they ought to put them in a test tube and study them lol
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