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Deal Of A Lifetime
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Deal Of A Lifetime |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050
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Untie this knot will you and let me be? Just let me drift… Out into that gorgeous blue sea. Your waves are hi and my swell is low. And there’s no more further down, for me to go. I was hoping you would hold my hand so that when we tripped through life we wouldn’t fall into the sand. But worry not about my frown my face is used to kissing ground. In fact the dirt is the only one who hasn’t left and said, I’m done. Well, at least not yet. But then, my heart you see still owes this debt. And still the day is really new, although my tax on life, is overdue. Maybe this is the first day, of the end of my life? I just found my soul swimming right through a knife. I mean we just really never know? But then what would even, really show? So don’t worry dear, my thoughts they are fairly clear. As clear as mud that clouds my eyes. It’s sad when you can’t see, goodbye. So don’t worry dear, my thoughts they are fairly clear. There comes a time when even rhyme slowly starts, to disappear... It’s not like the world would even notice anyway. It’s not like the leaves on the trees would fly at half branch? I think it would be more like a 21 shun salute. Miss World, you’ve got it tough enough right now anyway don’t you? Just think, all your anklets of asparagus and necklaces of nectarines wouldn’t have to feed me anymore. And your animals wouldn’t have to come out of their skin just to clothe me again. And your sister sun would have one less body to bronze with her slippery hot paintbrush for a tongue. And your mother in law moon would have one less set of eyes to gaze at her and swoon and howl into the night of doom. And the worms, the worms, oh my god, would finally have something fun and spicy to eat. Or so I’ve been told. I wanted, you to grow old with me. To get sick of my ugly ass face and my tired butt jokes. Even though my smile still makes yours weep when they press together, dried and trembling. And my goofiness still makes you laugh so hard deep inside when you draw the drapes of your eyes and look back and try to, remember. Cut the chord dear lord and hear my plea. My life for my sins, just set me free. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
"when you draw the drapes of your eyes and look back and try to, remember." love the phrasing, Richy  M |
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Amaryllis Senior Member
since 2010-05-20
Posts 1306Mi now |
`It`s not like the leaves on the trees would fly at half branch`... . Fantastic writing.. the whole thing, especially enjoyed this bit! . Great writing as usual, Richy! Best~Amaryllis |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Yes, good writing as usual, Richy, but rather sad. Helen |
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