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Confessions hidden in the rhythm and the rhyme Its not poetry but a lowly cowards crime Fallen completely and blamming madness Fearing the love more than fearing sadness Using dime store story clichés Red shoes waiting Rain and overpriced umbrellas Romeo bleeding Pretending nothings wrong He can't say it out loud So he just quotes an old song So when she puts it all together He can claim he Was just singing along Checking the airfare To her far away town At 2:32 am Restless and sleepless But still dreaming along Falling and singing And dancing With that madness Knowing his hearts Gonna break He's just the kinda guy Who always makes Mistakes Waiting too long Or saying too much Too soon Or never saying Anything at all Because he Likes crying in the rain Out there in the dark Where no one Can hear him Or tell the rain From the tears A cowardly way to die Letting all that love Burn alone In the middle And bottom of his soul His heart beating its wings In his chest But the noose is wrapped Tight around his ribs As well as his neck A fully loaded gun Playing Russian Roulette Bang Dead on the floor While every one is watching Cagney on the screen Swaying to the rhythm and the rhyme Fitted for his straight jacket Strapping the madness in tight Hoping it while ****** his heart Somewhere in the night He's just the kinda guy Who always makes Mistakes No way out Just a prisoner Writing bad poetry On his cell walls Written up his confession But refuses To sign the dotted line
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
Poetry and Confessions
Confessions hidden in the rhythm and the rhyme Its not poetry but a lowly cowards crime Fallen completely and blamming madness Fearing the love more than fearing sadness Using dime store story clichés Red shoes waiting Rain and overpriced umbrellas Romeo bleeding Pretending nothings wrong He can't say it out loud So he just quotes an old song So when she puts it all together He can claim he Was just singing along Checking the airfare To her far away town At 2:32 am Restless and sleepless But still dreaming along Falling and singing And dancing With that madness Knowing his hearts Gonna break He's just the kinda guy Who always makes Mistakes Waiting too long Or saying too much Too soon Or never saying Anything at all Because he Likes crying in the rain Out there in the dark Where no one Can hear him Or tell the rain From the tears A cowardly way to die Letting all that love Burn alone In the middle And bottom of his soul His heart beating its wings In his chest But the noose is wrapped Tight around his ribs As well as his neck A fully loaded gun Playing Russian Roulette Bang Dead on the floor While every one is watching Cagney on the screen Swaying to the rhythm and the rhyme Fitted for his straight jacket Strapping the madness in tight Hoping it while ****** his heart Somewhere in the night He's just the kinda guy Who always makes Mistakes No way out Just a prisoner Writing bad poetry On his cell walls Written up his confession But refuses To sign the dotted line
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akira-chinen
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akira-chinen
122/M/American
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
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