Open Poetry #43 |
Goldrush Theme |
CrazyHorse Junior Member
since 2008-08-23
Posts 31New-Brunswick, Canada |
I'm a goldrush gorge searching peace of mind But I left too late to get what's mine Though the sun's set too soon to luminate my goals Passed landscapes, valleys and poolhall drapes My words are as true as a thief's escape But even saying sorry takes its toll Computer screens are all colored blind And lovers steal from their own time But I've no time for that, so I'm told If I were me in a cold winding steet I'd tell myself what my fists can't beat But even saying sorry takes its toll I wish I was a bold ocean view Wouldn't it be nice to be a new wave for you Instead of being nothing more than a washed up shore It's hard to learn everything you've learned A promise kept doesn't need a turn But even saying sorry takes its toll Now I'm a fallen star in a getaway car I've seen much too little to be out this far I think I'll pack it in, call it a day I wish I was as happy as I seem Or seemed as happy as I once have been But it's never too late to say sorry or bare ones soul |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Marc I like this one too. I creates a lot of visuals for me as I read. Alison |
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