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Another poem that was actually done in a "Singer/Songwriter" style of my own. |
Don’t try to run, You hid it all inside, You can’t outrun, what you can’t even hide, There were too many people, and too much despair, We tripped on love strings, that weren‘t even there, Don’t hold your tongue, like the devil’s fingers, Don’t make a mistake, not like much is between us, You have it all inside your dumb-luck, You hit the bell just as the toll struck, Love was imagination, No matter the difference Love was a hater, that couldn’t share inference Add insult to injury, why not just kill me then? You’re out of luck, because your gun jammed again Don’t look back, at what we could have had, Nothing ever existed, not the good or the bad, This was your mind, creating tainted reality, You try to swim, but you sink with your sociality, Try and hold your tongue, but the devil holds your hand, You make mistakes often, it was as if decency was abandoned, You have it all inside your zealous-lies, So no matter what is cost, it was never there to buy, It would never matter because it never existed, It would never matter because hate floured existence, I kept repeating, over and over again, it was never there. |