I know a girl with bright blue eyes
I fear that I may soon despise
For every time I start to hope
I come out feeling like a dope
Every word's a bit of rope
And each encounter is a slope
But I cannot climb out the trough
Instead I find myself aloft
Hanging from the rope I tied
With my sentiments denied
But I never meet the end
For the hangmen is that friend
The girl who ties and then unties
The rope that hangs me from the skies
Each time I hope that things will change
But instead things rearrange
Slightly different than before
A variation on the score
But the music ends the same
Because it is the same ole game
But I cannot quit the field
Nor will I bend knee and yield
Instead I'll stand my ground and say
You cannot stop love...only delay
Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 4:18 PM UTC
I know a girl with bright blue eyes
I fear that I may soon despise
For every time I start to hope
I come out feeling like a dope
Every word's a bit of rope
And each encounter is a slope
But I cannot climb out the trough
Instead I find myself aloft
Hanging from the rope I tied
With my sentiments denied
But I never meet the end
For the hangmen is that friend
The girl who ties and then unties
The rope that hangs me from the skies
Each time I hope that things will change
But instead things rearrange
Slightly different than before
A variation on the score
But the music ends the same
Because it is the same ole game
But I cannot quit the field
Nor will I bend knee and yield
Instead I'll stand my ground and say
You cannot stop love...only delay
Matthew D. Mattson April 26, 2010
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