"incompatibility" poems
It hurts me because my countries worries of ETHNICITY creates nation wide incompatibility. Which creates no mobility.
That gives us no capability of advancing our society.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
Oh Generational gap, a cancer of to all mankind. The father of lack of communication between the young and the old. A difference brought about the tastes and values.
The pain faced between young and aged but can’t be touched. It started by 1960’s the decades of revolutionary change. It cut across the world in values of *** religion and civil rights. The disease the emerged earned its self a name by social scientists. It then became “Generational Gap”
I would love to quote a man of great thoughts, Alexis De Tocqueville, who commented that;
“Among democratic nations, each generation is a new people” I have come to appreciate these words.
When I walk down the streets noticing the rising incompatibility existing in our society
Though I admire the old days when the old and young associated freely, working on the same farms
Grandparents telling stories to their little ones; what a lovely society they had.
With the invention of television and computers some families were bonded in communication
While others live in agony especially the illiterate.
The old desire different designs from the youth, whose trends change per living day of nakedness
Young people prefer working in executive places like offices compared to the donkey farm work considered to be for the old
Another cause of generational gap is decay in morals; the young people feel like they know everything and don’t like to be corrected thus taking information from old people as outdated, young people finding lots of hardships to great their elders
In the field of music elders prefer oldies and more preferably educative songs, and as for the youths they delight in Hip-hop and dancehall, am sure those present here can testify to this a term with no disco dances makes us dull students.
When it comes to religious issues, youth find it a burden to go to church and if they offer to go they prefer it to be in a club way. Praise and worship accompanied by jazz unlike the old days where drums are the centre of music.
Cultures in this way have greatly faded away; the trend of western culture has flamed up the world.
Drugs and *** are a hobby and celebrated amongst the youth, yet *** to the old was for companionship and co-creation.
But when we came to medical technology we all applause in general, young or old there is easy treatment, use of scanners, and medical facilities cuts across.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
what if i never make it
what if forever squirrel chasing
adhd society incompatibility
smothers me worse than disbelief
'o he's just lazy'
when really am crying
head buried deep in pillow
the **** of yr jokes
ol spacecase duke
screaming cursing hitting self
cutting arms
scars of failure
failing falling
fulfillment
never good enough
fall behind others
sooner give up
jump
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
Two years ago on Valentine's Day
We had an attempt at reconciliation
And did 69 on a small sweaty couch
In a karaoke bar.
One year ago on Valentine's Day
You avoided eye contact with me and this year
You'll probably kiss someone else
And not talk to me but
That's okay.
Because it'll be just like three years ago
When I didn't know you and
I had a pretty good day.
I don't know. Maybe it won't be exactly like that.
I'm sorry, I'm not trying to deceive myself or anything,
It's just hard to say what real and what's
An admission
Of incompatibility.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
I realized I was definitely
Capable of loving more than one person
As I stood ****** in a bar
Positioned at a table between
My partner and my ex-fiance
My ex and I had gotten food beforehand
My first time seeing them in a year and a half
And I swore to everyone that it wasn't gay
I believed it too for awhile
Up until they said they didn't want kids
Which was part of my own logic used
To explain our incompatibility
Hearing their stories made my heart ache
All of the things I'd missed in their life
All the things they missed in mine
Then that night at the bar
When a performer was called on stage
My ex mentioned that she was my favorite
A small fact I didn't think they'd remember
Yet it carried such a significant feeling
That left my heart heavy and fractured
And when my partner looked at me I felt guilty
They must be able to see it
To sense it
These residual feelings
That I swore were not there and were
Definitely not gay
And while lost in my mind
My ex looked at me and asked if I was ok
They could still see me
I wanted to run away
My mind kept screaming for an escape
And yet I also heard a whispered voice
Reminding me that this time with them
Would be the last quality time I'd have
Before we returned to being strangers
So I shouldn't waste it
Because as much as I crave their friendship
I know in my heart it'd never work
Friends would never be the word
It's always been and
Probably always would be
Something much more than that
So I'll let it go
I'll let myself mourn these feelings
Despite the dreadful pain of it all
Because we all deserve to be happy
And by giving up this ill-fated dream
I know one day I can be
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC
building purist æsthetic
proselytizing solar-powered heliolatry
commemorating historic concert
sensing dark forces
fokken lekker antwoord
pumping sensory overload
featuring high-tech dee-jay
admiring gelato micro-truck
laxing laying lazing
"doing something nasty"
continuing quality content
entering another cathedral
journeying without borders
"exactly one year
since visiting vatican"
appreciating full-time gigasphere
awaiting pyongyang performance
depicting unlikely crowdsurfer
foreseeing exponential improvements
furthering esoteric agenda
sensing profound incompatibility
data-mining people's infidelities
anticipating futuristic caffeine
perfecting invisible propaganda
researching mind-control techniques
polishing psycho-social weaponry
sensing social embargo
flourishing frantic fanfare
admiring longitudinal monument
parodying marketing slogans
cycling through österreich
eyeing dystopian disneyland
streaming crosswords extended-play
herding glass kittens
deleting idiosyncratic fragment
loremipsum-ing laconic loudmouth
receiving ultramodern telegram
eigo-ga wakarimasu ka?
guzzling duck-fat fries
encouraging panic selling
(juxtaposing past incarnations)
getting black-and-white privilege
renewing boutique account
relishing cinema poutine
re-entering hibernation mode
opening old windows
continuing zoo motif
absquatulating excessive excesses
nullifying originality claims
proliferating protean persona
disappearing sidewalk alphabet
shrugging opprobrious moments
enjoying vertical alignment
re-entering cyberpunk paradise
approaching island sun
soaring beyond monoliths
trivializing extraneous argy-bargy
decreasing character limits
dumping generic accounts
uglifying commit message
escaping into idiosyncracy
moonshining great lake
exuding idiosyncratic propaganda
living nineties' dreams
making occidental cuisine
envisioning idiocratic president
expropriating your time
ascending homely helix
singing fat lady
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
How wise I am to have instructed the butler
to instruct the first footman to instruct the second
footman to instruct the doorman to order my carriage;
I am about to volunteer a definition of marriage.
Just as I know that there are two Hagens, Walter and Copen,
I know that marriage is a legal and religious alliance entered
into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut and a
woman who can't sleep with the window open.
Moreover, just as I am unsure of the difference between
flora and fauna and flotsam and jetsam,
I am quite sure that marriage is the alliance of two people
one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other
never forgetsam,
And he refuses to believe there is a leak in the water pipe or
the gas pipe and she is convinced she is about to asphyxiate
or drown,
And she says Quick get up and get my hairbrushes off the
windowsill, it's raining in, and he replies Oh they're all right,
it's only raining straight down.
That is why marriage is so much more interesting than divorce,
Because it's the only known example of the happy meeting of
the immovable object and the irresistible force.
So I hope husbands and wives will continue to debate and
combat over everything debatable and combatable,
Because I believe a little incompatibility is the spice of life,
particularly if he has income and she is pattable.
2.9k
False memories and track marks pave your arms
Sudden revolt of youth pressurised to fail
Painkillers doubled and stacked for a head to slumber
Soft heads and dead leg spasm attack pillow piddles in *****
Fictitious tesla coil blue breath mortifys mortality
And your goggles won't fog out the underwater current miscellaneous
Digital tectonic pushing ideas you brainstorm
Shadowed reluctance to consume the musk of infrared roses
This romance is one that was jealous of itself
Pre-divorced in its own certainty on incompatibility
Basin top full too top heavy to predict precarious
Living in a shaded sense of erased memory lapses continuing truth
Toward magnificent still life categorised by perdition
Forward thinking ruby gold phong shaded hatred quantum conversate Unthinkable
Nebula of gas
Face first head in hands
Euthanasia between my thighs crush my head
Choked neck
Throat
Strangle me and give me breath
I roll and the conductor pulls apart my mouth
Diseased by euphoria lips separate and teeth show
Pupils land home and iris jumps ship
Perfume gum dry bitter butterfly kiss
Head held back in place tongue falls back into the razor-front of the mouth
Caution held simultaneous irrelevant body load carries my smile
Jump knee deep into the silence of my own lungs
It's been a while
I breath vindictively in time with the respiration of the country
Somewhere out in the hexagon sun I burn candles and whisp
Hold in smoke
Die
Twitch forward in palliative peace motionless and still
Cuspids and lochs
Spread across the grass the harmony touches yours and mine
A hole and whole dream
Conscious and dead
Content
Voices rattle in unified mono-chromidity
Sadness
Carrion
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
Louis Brown · 21 hours ago
Copyright Louis Brown and Warner Baxter
I only like the young ones
The beautiful and tall
If they've got it all together
It's for sure I'm gonna fall
Every spring and summer
I go through that same phase
But winter chills this heart of mine
And we go our different ways
I get bored way too easily
No woman likes me long
We're incompatible in love
But it's sad to be alone
It's just the natural way of things
As love goes against the grain
I can't change my ways for her
As the pleasure turns to pain
AND TONIGHT ONCE MORE I'M OUT OF LOVE AGAIN
BACK OUT IN THE COLD COLD NIGHT WITH THAT OH SO ICY WIND
SUMMER DAYS ARE MEMORIES AND WINTER JUST STORMED IN
AND TONIGHT ONCE MORE I'M OUT OF LOVE AGAIN
I only like the young ones
The beautiful and tall
The brunette or the redhead
Or the bleach blond Barbie doll
Where there's smoke there's fire
It burns up in a blaze
But love can't last forever
'Cause we have such different ways
I get bored way too easy
no woman loves me long
It's my incompatibility
Though it's sad to be alone
so as I travel down this road
And I sing my sad love song
I'll keep rollin' town to town
Till this highway leads me home
CHORUS
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
She blamed him he wasn't there while she was searching him.
Alone in the garden. Browsing eyes again feasting forbidden thing.
Told to keep away from.
Alluring be that Serpent seeing her away from Him searching.
Serpent slithered on in.
Him off working, tilling seeking. Unseeing.
He blamed her, for being off and away searching.
The forbidden thing
She blamed him for not being close enough and not listening in.
Whilst searching for you in my view the forbidden thing came.
She proclaimed.
As yes the Serpent came and convinced me
of the harmlessness of this thing.
Its tempting.
Take eat with me.
As he did eat.
Separation, hardship, incompatibility, neglect,
war and fighting in generations this world it did
bring.
Such unnatural things, they were put out of the garden.
Oh how soon to come things would change.
Woman as day As night is to Man.
Hard to find Him the same ever again.
With out heavens blessings and bringing together of such things.
The Fall and
Clashing of Planets
By The SelinaShardaye
S.A.M 2008 All Rights Reserved
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
mathematical
incompatibility;
a SYNTAX ERROR
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
Time brought the joyride to a halt,
Incompatibility being her prevailing issue,
She was my first love.
Even though I tried,
It all ripped apart,
Tearing in front of my eyes!
I escaped my shadow,
Of guilt and loneliness,
By inviting her to curse me.
She said, "You'll repent this,"
I replied, "Who's gonna care about it,"
She started, "You may take it lightly, but one day you're gonna fall off the hill -"
I interjected, "I'm just not gonna take it baby - chill!"
She smiled weakly, "I know that you would love again,"
I said, "No doubt about it, the world is cuter,"
She uttered her curse, "But you won't ever be satisfied!"
I invited few more curses, "Go on, come on - continue your curses!"
She went on, "You'd pay for my tears with your blood!"
I taunted, "Okay! More - just go on baby,"
She snarled, "You'll die feeling lonely in this whole wide world!
The way I find myself lonely under your possessiveness,
You too will feel unloved and unwanted."
I jeered, "Whoa! That scares me to death!"
She continued, "You just can't die so easily,"
I jeered, "Hey that's not like a curse, you can't curse so sweetly,"
She blasted to end it, "Just wait & pray for death to come early!"
True she was, the witch,
My life goes on like her curses,
How true they were!
Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 7:28 AM UTC
No matter how many times I've taken this path
I always get lost in my wandering
full grown girl, but I feel like a half
missing you and always pondering.
The gravel is course
sweat gatherers on my brow
like a stuck object meeting an unstoppable force
logical incompatibility, we are now.
Foolish vacation
deforestation
into the lack of everything.
Goodbye summertime
goodbye railroad signs
goodbye life giving green.
You used to follow me to this sanctuary
you'd stroll and I'd stay stationary
alone and stalked by your fantasy
diseased since January.
I feel guilty, for having such sick thoughts
holding you for ransom in my brain
hope I don't get caught.
Yesterday you called me insane,
Wednesday, I was a vision, suppose you forgot.
Nov 13, 2023
Nov 13, 2023 at 11:27 PM UTC
They had a policy in the school, which was simple; silence in class when you hear a harmonica. It worked: every class, and every hallway, there was silence. The name was blacked out-expelled, no, found "incapable" as he refused to be silent when the teacher sounded the single note on the harmonica. Incompatible, is what they called it when a student was removed without the formalities of expulsion. What no one knew was that the tone of the single harmonica note filled him with dread. It took him right back to that terrible day, that he's tried so hard to block out of his mind. To block the painful memories, all he could think to do whenever the note pealed out in class was to start screaming loudly in an attempt to down it all. Loudly saying anything, whatever came to his mind. Which is why he was expelled with "incompatibility", it was just so unfair, so now while the rest of his classmates set in classrooms he set in the park across the street. Wondering what to do, wondering how soon the news of his "incompatibility" would reach his uncle. With all this going on, no one bothers to ask why he is like this. A rebel kid, always misunderstood, just some ****** scoundrel, a poor boy with no parents to teach him; being left with a drunk and abusive uncle. He knows he can't go to that cruel home, so he just walks with no where to go, suspended from life and expelled by the world. Now a man left with a bunch of regrets from all his bad mistakes, no one wants to hear his apology, they would rather him rot in that prison cell.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
I can't explain all the things,
Just because there are some things,
Few people won't want me to understand...
One such thing is her divorcing me pre-wedding,
I will die with the immortal failed love for her,
Which I have kindled and fondled in my heart...
She gives the pretence of incompatibility,
But I am as much a human being as herself...
Probably she was scared of my behaviour,
That very part where I always keep suggesting,
Suggesting her steps to improve herself...
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 7:12 AM UTC
I can't fathom the thought of love.
the selflessness
the two hearts beating as one
the butterflies that flip around in sight of your partner
the little hellos that makes the blood rush to your cheeks
or the nights that you miss them terribly that you can have them there to hold just by a call
but that's the only the good part...
But what about the Cons to the Pros?
the tears that fight it's way out to see the world
the lonely nights in your bed
the fights and arguments about being unfaithful
or the 75% of breaking up because of the incompatibility between the two hearts that were to beat as one.
That's why I can't fathom the thought of love
One day it's something so beautiful
Like something as beautiful as Disneyland to a 4 year old
But then the next day, It's something so unbearable
Like losing your favorite blanket that was given to you by a passed on relative.
How could something so beautiful to the eyes be so dark and treacherous on the inside?
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
Most everything we did, we did too many times to count.
The kisses hello and kisses goodnight,
all-consuming hugs and kicks under the table.
The side glances you'd give me,
with that half smile
in response to a joke that was not good
and was probably mine.
I told you I loved you too many times to count.
All the nights out and all the nights in
under covers with a movie we would give up on
because I was asleep in your arms,
on your shoulder,
too many times to count.
You pressed your nose against mine too many times to count
so close that I'd look with only one eye at a time
and try to memorize your face
smiling in response to that very special smile you saved
for only when we were nose to nose
then wait not so patiently for you to kiss me.
I wish I had a tally
of all these nice things and nice words
to wrap up into nice memories
I could keep and count for years to come.
But I regret much more not counting the other things
of the not so nice nature
important things
that needed to be counted
and were not.
Like all those times you made me cry
for equally uncountable reasons,
reasons I can't remember clearly
but at the time sent a chill through my heart
ran through my nerves
got caught in a cold breath
so that I felt the absence of your love
the emptiness of where you told me it was.
I felt that hole too many times to count.
You left me for more interesting things too many times to count
so that I felt so alone
even though I was with you
disappointed that you had disappointed once again.
You, being you,
and me, being me,
being not each other and not close either
then crying again
realizing we would never be.
We went to bed angry too many times to count
and woke up forgetful every time after
because our problems could not be fixed
and we knew it would do us no good to look at them.
I thought about breaking up too many times to count
and clearly you did too,
because I can count the number of times we did, once.
Still, you broke my heart too many times to count
before, during, after our relationship,
picking up the pieces, the uncountable number of pieces,
and piecing myself back together
on just another occasion I would not bother counting.
I loved you in spite of everything too many times to count
Let my heart burn with quiet hope
hoping everything would be okay
even though it was never okay
and my heart was already cooked black
yet still, I could probably start counting now.
If only I had counted
then I would know how much I don't need you
then I would have some grand sum as proof
then I wouldn't have to count now
count the tears I still cry
count the nights I can't sleep
count the drinks I don't count to drink more
My heart falls silent after a fit of anguish and pain and desperation
watching the gears in my brain snap with the
incompatibility of reality and my now silent heart
Fallen flat. too tired to get back up
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
an armadillo
falling in love
with an ant;
evidently
a tragedy
in the making.
A nightingale
getting enamored
by a crow;
certainly is
a comedy
in perfect proportions.
an elephant
trampling
the tropical jungles,
falling head over heels
for a blue whale,
even if for a while
is an adventure perilous
he and she
falling in love
without rhyme or reason
propelled by a heavy dose of passion
is love at first sight, the height
it is thought, of a romantic liaison!
but tragedy and comedy
with all probabilities of
incompatibility lurk in human minds
till it strikes with out any signal of warning,
if the two, supposedly madly in love
are not certain, of the reasons, of the love that struck them,
and swept off the feet, in the inebriating love season
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 11:49 AM UTC
At fourteen I swore I knew the world. I swore I've been through everything and anything life has to offer.
A lot more than my age and face told.
But then you came along.
And no body warned me, no body prepared me for that.
The second I laid my eyes on you, I entered an entirely new world.
Perfection.
Bliss.
Love.
I felt as if your mere presence was the plane ticket to paradise, a staircase to heaven.
But everything that goes up must come down.
And we did.
The good vibes and good times were swept up and swallowed by a wave of incompatibility.
I was drowning. You weren't there to help anymore.
I can't believe the things we've endured.
I can't believe I lost years of my life to such a young boy.
No, not young in age, in which we are the same.
But young in mind and soul.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
I was born to love everyone but I loved so hard the insides of my lugs tore apart. Sometimes I love too deep. In a city too dark to love in, we overlook the mountain and hedges that have pricked the life of us with thorns, banished us in places that see silence through congested thoughts. We sing Like a humming birds. Singing in attempt to abolish the very existence of our stars and the stars we shared yet, we lay quilted in stardust and the silhouettes of our shadows. They burst into flames or kaleidoscopes, a beauty, complimented by the prophecy of life itself. Sometimes we hope to speak like our words have lost themselves in the coils of our tongues but we hope to live with strength not habituated in settings of frost and snow. Our worlds don't intertwine but our hopes do. We seek refuge in prayer during the midst of our foggy minds and the very cosmos of our thoughts. We recite the soft speech of the holy book to excuse us from the blackness of the universe. Our souls wonder naked from emotions and exposed to our own destinies created with incompatibility and dissection.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
Solitude.
Such an ancient adversary. Our history runs as long as time itself.
Once again it has decided to come forth, having been staved off by our once glorious companion.
Or perhaps not so glorious. As we peer into the past, the taint and tarnish become clear.
The heavenly songs filled with promises were harmonized with clashing shrieks and piercing screams. The sweet basin of affection was poisoned by twisted manipulation and deception.
Our courtship with the Fallen One has left us broken, yet functioning. We thought we had triumphed over despair, but the Solitude has begun to tear its way into us.
It whispers with blades that sink deeper than our flesh and bone. It declares that it is an inevitability, that no matter our attempts it will not be defeated.
We repel its whispers, but only on occasion. Its words slither through our deaf ears, and with each victory, they become harder to silence.
Yet there is one who can quell even the mightiest of his attacks. Her gaze alone causes it to fall silent. Her smile loosens his grip on the body's heart.
Yet the Solitude is cunning. It knows of the doubts that linger in the mind. It points out the flaws in us. It taunts us with our incompatibility.
We cannot deny what it declares. We are aware of our shortcomings.
But we cannot ignore the nerves that twist beneath the skin as we look upon her.
We cannot dismiss the passion in our heart when we hear her laughter.
We cannot overlook the radiance of her very presence, ridding the darkness and sorrow in our mind.
Yet the wounds from the Fallen One have yet to heal. We are hesitant to torment ourselves with another lost companion.
But we are strong in our resolve. We will combat the Solitude.
We shall stand firm against its whispers.
We will not break under the weight of our adversary.
We will endure this war, for we have the Perfection who watches us, ever vigilant, and infallible.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
it's weird meeting with people
who actually loved you
after months have passed
this love that once strived to be permanent
like conquering mountains
but i shed it like snakeskin
forever is way too hard
when you're too selfish to love people back
always chose myself
did you know your feelings
were the greatest gift i've ever known?
i thought if i arrived here early
and gave you no set time
i would have a bit of the morning to myself
but you were already around the corner
i knew you would be
i know you well, too
i didn't let us go deep this rainy morning
we should only go forward from here
not backwards
we talk
hell, we live in small talk
i say i thrive in summer
you talk about the snow
not much has changed
and somehow weather preferences
felt like the biggest incompatibility then
the most mundane of compromises
didn't run to my own defenses
or fall to your knees apologizing
didn't tell you if i pray or who i've slept with
or that i spent the last three days
crying on the jumpseat
we talk about the coffee shop
i just came here to create a new memory
stub out everything that was
like a stale cigarette
see? i haven't changed that much
instead i say i'm tired of sitting in the back of the plane
as people probe and poke my sides like an insect
asking for coffee with five packets of splenda
i say new york is a drag most days
i am lonely
i wonder if i'm pregnant
it's the only reason i stopped binge drinking
i woke up and wasn't hungover
thank god
i wouldn't admit that i miss the noise
of dry heaving over a toilet bowl
you didn't pay for my coffee
or pour your soul out
or drive me home
you say you leave today
you don't even say you came here for me
because you are just as free to be
so i nod and begin putting my headphones on
before even saying goodbye
i leave the conversation abruptly
ending on a note about
how many cape verdeans
live in boston
i grab my bouquet of sunflowers
slip away into the brooklyn fog
i was gone before you knew it
all the effort you put to be here
with me today
for me to walk out the door
reminiscent of what i did to you then
on a smaller scale
you say "until next time"
but you know i'll slip through the cracks
like i do
predictable me
and even when you find me
i'll be on the run
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
Copyright Louis Brown and Warner Baxter
***I only like the young ones the beautiful and tall
the brunettes or the redheads, or the bleach blonde Barbie doll
head over heels in love again and I spin into a daze
but love can't last forever, 'cause we got too different ways
I get bored way too easy no woman loves me long
it's incompatibility and sad to be alone
it's just the natural way of things, these matters of the heart
and with all my insecurities it always falls apart***
*and tonight once more, I'm out of love again
back out in the cold cold night with that familiar icy wind
summer days are memories and winter's just stormed in
and tonight once more, I'm out of love again*
***I only like the young ones, the beautiful and tall
if they've got it all together, it's for sure I'm gonna fall
where there's spark there's fire, it burns up in a blaze
but love can't last forever, 'cause we got too different ways***
*and tonight once more, I'm out of love again
back out in the cold cold night with that familiar icy wind
summer days are memories and winter's just stormed in
and tonight once more, I'm out of love again*
***I get bored way too easy, no woman loves me long
it's incompatibility and sad to be alone
so as I travel down this road I sing my sad love song
I'll keep rollin' town to town, 'till this road finds me a home***
chorus
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
Isn’t it strange how stars have no beginning and end?
Look up to the sky and see for yourself;
They are infinite, endless and forever.
Isn’t it strange how those stars decide our lives before we’ve even begun?
Cancer, Aries, Libra, Virgo
You tell me the stars do not define your love for me
Yet our incompatibility is inexplicable
Isn’t it strange how our love burned out?
Just like those stars from centuries ago
The stars may not define our love but they define so much more than that,
For the sun is the biggest star of them all.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 8:49 AM UTC