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The history of my heart is written in rhymes. The flow and meter of good and bad times, All contained within the pages of a book, Very few will ever earn a look. My deepest secrets set in ink, The blue lined page my only shrink. My sins are masked hyberbole, What they are, I'll never say. When I have a space to fill, Or the need to record my newest **** I begin again upon new page, My alter ego, the sinning sage. When I bear your transgressions, I write them down as your confessions, I rhyme the ways that you have wronged me, Predicting what you will never be. When my heart is under fire, Or when it screams a new desire, It all goes down in neat, narrow scrawl, More impatient and vengeful than King Saul. Whatever I feel, whatever I think, It all goes down in this black, shiny ink. Mind to pen to paper without delay, I truly know no other way. The story of my life is written in rhymes. Pages filled with rephrased crimes. Trapped between covers of a book, The place where few shall ever look.
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
Set in Ink
The history of my heart is written in rhymes. The flow and meter of good and bad times, All contained within the pages of a book, Very few will ever earn a look. My deepest secrets set in ink, The blue lined page my only shrink. My sins are masked hyberbole, What they are, I'll never say. When I have a space to fill, Or the need to record my newest **** I begin again upon new page, My alter ego, the sinning sage. When I bear your transgressions, I write them down as your confessions, I rhyme the ways that you have wronged me, Predicting what you will never be. When my heart is under fire, Or when it screams a new desire, It all goes down in neat, narrow scrawl, More impatient and vengeful than King Saul. Whatever I feel, whatever I think, It all goes down in this black, shiny ink. Mind to pen to paper without delay, I truly know no other way. The story of my life is written in rhymes. Pages filled with rephrased crimes. Trapped between covers of a book, The place where few shall ever look.
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
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