An awesome poet Mike Roach shared with me. . . Forever picked a beautiful hill to die on Buzzards circle the sunlight in anticipation Waiting, salivating over someone elses prey Remember tomorrow like it happened yesterday And never present the gift of present tense Innocence, in a sense Bloody fingerprints on the piano keys I pieced myself back together with pieces of you But I took nothing youll miss and Ill promise to Take good care and return it all when I come back from the point of no return I know youre sentimental about watching me burn Even when youre the one that tied me to the stake And I aint no angel, alright, it was always give and take But dont give it another thought and Forget yourself in something eternal and youll never be forgotten Open the box and put on the pawn shop diamond ring Hope my neck dont break so you can watch me swing
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 19:22:45 +0000
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