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By: Cedric McClester Once the love had been rescinded I don’t think it could be mended Even though we both pretended Look at where it actually ended With us running out of patience Placing blame then battle stations Acrimony and accusations Name-calling and strained relations You can’t drink From a broken glass Nor live your life In the past You have to move on And alas Accept the color Once the dye has been cast For the record I would like to state That our love had an expiration date And so it crumbled there’s no debate Cos there’s a thin line between love and hate Once that fact had been detected Though we tried it couldn’t be resurrected In the ghetto of the love that we erected Weeds grew where the ground was neglect You can’t drink From a broken glass Nor live your life In the past You have to move on And alas Accept the color Once the dye has been cast What’s the point in seeking answers All the leaves have fallen off the branches In the burial ground for failed romances Lies the graveyard for second chances It’s pointless for us to try to return By now you would have thought that we learned Play with fire and you’ll get burned You only get out of life what you have earned So excuse me while I proceed What we want we don’t always need The wise ones learn and then take heed Even though their hearts may bleed You can’t drink From a broken glass Nor live your life In the past You have to move on And alas Accept the color Once the dye has been cast (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
YOU CAN'T DRINK FROM A BROKEN GLASS
By: Cedric McClester Once the love had been rescinded I don’t think it could be mended Even though we both pretended Look at where it actually ended With us running out of patience Placing blame then battle stations Acrimony and accusations Name-calling and strained relations You can’t drink From a broken glass Nor live your life In the past You have to move on And alas Accept the color Once the dye has been cast For the record I would like to state That our love had an expiration date And so it crumbled there’s no debate Cos there’s a thin line between love and hate Once that fact had been detected Though we tried it couldn’t be resurrected In the ghetto of the love that we erected Weeds grew where the ground was neglect You can’t drink From a broken glass Nor live your life In the past You have to move on And alas Accept the color Once the dye has been cast What’s the point in seeking answers All the leaves have fallen off the branches In the burial ground for failed romances Lies the graveyard for second chances It’s pointless for us to try to return By now you would have thought that we learned Play with fire and you’ll get burned You only get out of life what you have earned So excuse me while I proceed What we want we don’t always need The wise ones learn and then take heed Even though their hearts may bleed You can’t drink From a broken glass Nor live your life In the past You have to move on And alas Accept the color Once the dye has been cast (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
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