Oh how bitter are the tears I shed
Not less the sweetness of the irony
The man with whom I shared my bed
Was gone for good the other day
Oh how,was it him to cross my way,surprising?
And that a silent weep that met my lips
Not less was I amused that day
To see his eyes were full of shame
Oh don't you cry my unloved lover
Don't you cry, didn't you know?
Who breaks a womans heart apart
Deserves a plenty of such woe
And don't you fall apart, cry nevermore
Keep it all locked up inside
So when you break another heart
Step on that shattered glass and shine
















Comments
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08 FEB 2005
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Just as he hit the ground,
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills,
fragments of sobriquets.
Riddle me this,
three half eaten corneas
who hit the area.
Stalk the ground,
Stalk the ground...
I love how you can tie your excellent artistic skill in with your use of words, you've got an excellent flair as an arrtist and I'd be thrilled to see more form you
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Chris Your Friendly Neighbourhood Psycho
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