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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Crooked Okay, don't ask me, I'm not alright, 'cause she kept me blinking through this ramshackle coversation a coversion to the mythical wonder in her eyes her honey eyes and brickwall lies stopped me dead in my tracks dead, but for the blue-green oceans swishing 'round my head bottles and cans, a 12 cent refund everybody wang chung tonight the party's inside my decaying liver someone get to her, no matter the time and tell her I need her crooked grin tonight Alright, don't tell me, I'm already there, baby but oh, unheavenly, unhealthy girl you don't seem to ever hear my pleas be home in time for bitter green tea bittersweet treat, the love of her (emphasis on the bitter) she slapped me down with a shrug left me crawling, rolleypolley, with the bugs down to the roots but praying for her dark eyes to be cutting through my baby blues heavy from misuse abuse of staring at her back turned, walking away from me oh god, how I need her crooked heart tonight Oh lordy, I'm pushing this car past 140 down the length of her cares scattered across the black highway trying with little luck to collect 'em up and save them for a rainy day that always seems to pour right out of her but no dice Oh I surrender see, I'm left here in the smoking crater of where I fell for her wrapping my heart in ice wrapping my heart and slicing through the tangled feelings streaming from you know who you know Toe the line 'till I feel fine, but really, how likely is that? Stop on a dime finding a rhyme to frame her like I wish her to be Well okay, don't bother, I might be alright given time and a strong shot of whatever she feels for me whatever baby, never you mind the thoughts I've wasted on you all this sickly fun time but I'll take back everything (except my barrages of love) if you'll only wake up and smell the morning the song I sing, an instant pick me up to carve its way into you if you want it yeah, if you want it enough like I want your crazy love your crazy, crooked little love tonight (Just stop destroying my hopes tonight...) -- [re-posted; I edited out some profanity in favor of a different line.] "The moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell". -- Tom Waits, 'Bad Live and a Broken Heart' |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
felt this one  My spirit will rise |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
SD Gritty and well done...thanks for editing! |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
crooked hearts give crooked love...yeah! |
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