witty-remark's Diaryland Diary

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My poems aren't poems, I write them as songs.

Hide behind the mask youíve painted
Drugged me then watched as I fainted
I canít take it anymore, watching you walk out the door
This love is tainted to the core

Every time weíre together, we always fall apart
Ever since we finished, I realized there was no start

Listen to the music; the harmony is so faint
Your sparkling white carpets are all impure and stained


What are you going to do once youíve robbed me of my mind?
Your lips are sore
And my eyes are blind

What are you going to do once you hit the wall?
The bricks will smash
And Iíll watch you fall

Iíll watch you fall with a grin on my face
Grit my teeth and spit out the taste

Spit out the taste and walk away
Tremble in the rubble, your troubles will stay

10:25 p.m. - Monday, Aug. 08, 2005

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