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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Hideaway Sleeping warmly 'neath angry violet skies dreaming a world of my own the guitar player plays a borrowed tune and the ragged rain falls on the street singing in tune with my mind crying, honey I want your love but baby why are you so hard on me? waking dazed at the wheel crawling into my hideaway painting the morning with bad coffee unopened letters on the floor uninvited pigeons at the window I'm propped up against the radiator Blonde On Blonde spinning in the next room my last cigarette's smoke curls into a fog around me reminding me of London, 1966 kissing your gypsy eyes all over all over, all through the night when the cold would bite at me and I'd paint stars on your dress now I paint scars on my wall broken ugly poetry no one will see my face feeling heavy from the bags under my eyes the turntable irritating me but I just slump over my knees and think about you and think about us and cry over you and lie to myself about who I am and I think about you leave me alone won't you leave me alone the hallway is too big the sunlight is angry at me my bed is whispering to me but I'll just fall away right here and now "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
damn, I just realized I already posted this. My bad, sorry mods. So delete this thread, then. Oops. |
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aujussy wolf
since 2003-08-09
Posts 1215Michigan |
my bed is whispering to me but I'll just fall away right here and now .... liked the end man good write ~wolf |
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