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Monday, January 3, 2011

FROM A CEMETERY

Uncle Sams` hit slowed on the decks
putting down that last word in my text
wasnt thinking, just there acting
a fool she had called was graduating
i felt a tear form in realms of my eyes
shouldnt have told those silly lies
the sun went on sinking 
my mind went on accusing

Back in a rainy life once again
cant go back and start over again
tears, blame, a refrain of each day
talk sense, maturity sencerly will pay
take ego, n she will walk away
be left an ozone thats already leakin
Consequence of suicide bombing 
Left to tread a life thats all but boring

Down collecting the pieces that scatter 
down stream the tears clearer than sky water
no sweet text to ever chat her,even flatter
all the love wishes, experiences swim down gutter
cant get back to my two, coz its heavy for my legs too
might be same turmoil or worse in her
forgive, love, its a toy that hits to hurt
its start also marks a start to tears 

will try to be a better man someday
look forward making some lady happy maybe
promise dropping the ego that already cost a life
cause i talk in tears posthumously
lying in a cemetery where love haunts the homely
lay your rose and i will salute your goodness
leave me to scorn and love will hurt your lovelyness
aint no psychic but i know your judgement
that i deserve this inhuman punishment.

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