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Away from the sun Pale gets warmer Never number one Ashes get colder And the Myans predicted Only time will tell Just swimming in my personal hell We're all sitting ducks Please hold me tight Though the night I’m a crow perched on A telephone pole Just waiting for the worms Lightning comes I am numb On the road Misunderstood The dove sought after A change for good A chance shot at her Fly with the crow I want to yell Swimming in my personal hell Studying the nest Bulimic rests In the throat And the eagle Iconic white If only his mind was right He’d know that his dove Has fallen in love With a crow Time heals wounds But it also kills slowly The dove’s heart grew Yet blood stopped pumping Pain felt the crow As the bells tolled Swimming in his personal hell All life aside He dove through the lake Drowned and died Drifting away No longer felt pain Free to escape See the dove again And the clear water Drew a surprise As the tears swept softy from my eyes There laid the dove Sent from above Waiting for me Drifting away Drifting away Drifting away Drifting away
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May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 10:18 AM UTC
The Crow (A love Story)
Away from the sun Pale gets warmer Never number one Ashes get colder And the Myans predicted Only time will tell Just swimming in my personal hell We're all sitting ducks Please hold me tight Though the night I’m a crow perched on A telephone pole Just waiting for the worms Lightning comes I am numb On the road Misunderstood The dove sought after A change for good A chance shot at her Fly with the crow I want to yell Swimming in my personal hell Studying the nest Bulimic rests In the throat And the eagle Iconic white If only his mind was right He’d know that his dove Has fallen in love With a crow Time heals wounds But it also kills slowly The dove’s heart grew Yet blood stopped pumping Pain felt the crow As the bells tolled Swimming in his personal hell All life aside He dove through the lake Drowned and died Drifting away No longer felt pain Free to escape See the dove again And the clear water Drew a surprise As the tears swept softy from my eyes There laid the dove Sent from above Waiting for me Drifting away Drifting away Drifting away Drifting away
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May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 10:18 AM UTC
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