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Rated: E · Poetry · Tribute · #1807186
This was another blues song that I wrote a while back, also pretty good lyics. ;D
She’s a hard kicker, bone sucker, running mocker, love kicking rage,

She’s got, the hard shots, and some fast pumps, to save the day,

And all this time I couldn’t figure out, She was right here with me in this cage.



She’s got it in her, a demon spring, this love quarrels, birthday was Decembers blizzard,

Rainy days call the shots, she buries her lost trust in my dead confidant,

But love never lasts with an evil start. So what happened to my little lonely heart?



‘She stole what I got for soul. And Now she’s lustin’ at me for some more.’

‘The love lost it’s fire, and the snow began to blow.’

Don’t you make mends with actions, and don’t you make no complaints,

Cause the world is out to get you, so honey, the reaping has its stakes,

-And  now she’s huntin’, to get some soul.



I‘ll lie to her I‘m leaving, with stressed strings, comes a broken healing,

She’s something I can’t lie about, both bare and naked, as God watched and shook his head with doubt,

Only good times can become old, and the bad just melts the bone, but the fun only ends when it’s etched in stone.

Now this girl, well she’s got my poor soul.



Don’t let me burn my bridges down, throw them up, and flail around,

Tie my pieces together with a love struggle, my body withers as this evil brew bubbles,

She’s got Dracula’s fangs with a crocodiles spine, a tail for adventure, and I watch her hair grow like vines

Just as I try to escape, her talons rip into my heart, now the lonely man fears, That she was only a heartbreaker with a sledge to crush the tears and sleep in the dark,

Now this girl, well she’s got my dreadful soul.



‘She stole what I got for soul. And Now she’s huntin’ for more.’

‘The love lost it’s fire, and the snow began to blow.’

Don’t you make mends with actions, and don’t you make no complaints,

Cause the world is out to get you, so honey, the reaping has its stakes,

-And  now she’s huntin’, to get soul.



The girls got a different command, instead of a bible she’s got blood on her hands,

Now don’t you think she’s selfish, it’s just a soul sucking demand,

And this temptation got it right, now my life is stricken with a tainted reprimand.

Oh, Lord. Now here she goes again.



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