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By Max-Rom Date: 2003 Jan 06 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.06.23.28.24193]] |
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Don't let this be the alcohol Don't let this be the alcohol I speak for myself (this time) Yet under Such malnourished stupor My mind is left unattended To frolic where inspiration conducts Music in tune with time Time in tune with nothing But melancholy ticking (my life away) I love you... Yes, I do mean it No, not just the chemicals Coursing through my veins My soul is quietly yearning My heart is in a most distressed state My stomach is churning You are not here Yes, it does make a difference Because you are the one thing I know Positivity emanates from your words I want this to be written for you Not a paraded trinket Yet I feel my eyelids Drooping still southward I 'said' I love you I show it every time Our eyes collide with the stars Our lips spark conversation from ashes Our bodies lace together to make complete Two hearts Previously only holding defeat In the palms of their outstretched hands Waiting for banquetous crumbs To drop like rain On their wearied faces - God bless the rain. Copyright(c)2003 Max-Rom |