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Neal Emanuelson Apr 2015
These kinds of words are overused
Stuck to those that emit untrue
The ones that keep the eyes you knew
His common sense was overrated

Her burden is a heart of a fool
His admired eyes fed off her abuse
How those feelings become misused
In his mind, he was hers- subjugated

Behind the trees, with eyes so bruised
That heart of his caught her flu
A piercing scene she put him through
Her lips on another, body capsize

The sink overflows, the mother cries
Shadows hide the bullet’s pride
The sun commits another suicide
Crashing into the cold horizon.

Let’s blame it all on two,
Let’s blame it all on two,
Let’s blame it all on you…
And see what she let die.

© 2008

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