Open Poetry #47 |
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Opinions of Mr. Right |
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Uncas Member
since 2010-07-30
Posts 408 |
He's done it again; The bruises all meld into one. He said he was my friend That he hates all the things that he's done But it's alright; it's ok, Maybe tomorrow, maybe today, Maybe next week, maybe next year, Maybe tomorrow I'll disappear They're a wondrous disguise; Those shades hide the pain in your eyes. They work fine in the day But at night does the pain go away? It's alright; it's ok, Maybe tomorrow, maybe today, Maybe next week, maybe next year, Maybe tomorrow I'll disappear I'm sorry to write But we found your daughter last night. Some say she was brave But why the hell didn't she leave. It's not right, or ok, Don't wait till tomorrow, leave him today, Don't wait till next week, don't wait till next year, Don't wait till tomorrow - I need you here. (Refrain based on a song by Dan Mangan) . |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah, this compliments the poem I posted a few minutes ago. Don't know if "compliments" is the right word, but the two poems are related in a sense. Although I never was physical with Nanette, I hurt her other ways, and I've lived my days without her lost and very sad. ~ My grandmother is over eighty and still doesn't need glasses. Drinks right out of the bottle. ~ |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
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