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Apr 2011
He cut down the rope
So they’d stop swinging
They came one by one
To hear his singing

A line would form
Up his lane and back
Children and parents
Painted in back

The streets were cold
And nothing moved
Nothing alive
With nothing to lose

They heard his melodies
Carry on through the air
As they all bowed their heads
No one wanted to stare

Slow, soft and melodic
His tune did tell
The story of two lovers
Who’s union brought hell

Self-destructive and powerful
Their energies rumbled the ground
Yet on two legs, they stood strong
For each other’s heart they had found

The bond, unbreakable
Cliche, but true
A dangerous love with fury
Until finally, it blew

Too much emotion
They couldn’t handle their hearts
So to end all this energy
They chose to die together before apart

The man with a song
Cut them down from the tree
As the mourners in black
Bowed their heads to not see

‘Sing with me!’ the man cried
And the townspeople sang along
To pay tribute to a love
That had ended all wrong

Two bodies lay next
To the great old oak
Eyes open, hands limp
The product of choke

Still, as they lay on the ground
Still wet from the dew
Their heads faced each other
Eyes saying ,’i love you’

Eternally they will pour
Their hearts to another
For that is the result
Of the dangerous lover
Written by
HML
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