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Tuesday, August 08, 2006confessions of a songwriter

my 2nd post for the day...a first but not the last...i was abt to log out but Angela sent me this poem she wrote...i think i was pretty gd...she's talented i tell ya...this is what she wrote...


The candle is slowing burning
the bottles are biting back
our love yet again at another ending
unsatisfied until its final attack

my angel is flying away from me
invisible beings stabbing at romance initial fest
the holy ghost closes my eyes; long gone is humanity
adulation tires us with indiscreet tests; silencing accumalated jealousy

Guilt beating off my chest
its sin on the brink on insanity
I'm afraid to know the rest
the damage; others apprise will last for eternity
I'm disabled; unable to differentiate sincerity from hypocrisy

His eyes see too clear
rumoured true love buried six feet deep
futile is the unravelling of the secret of eight years
a touch, a kiss, I'm the creep


it's not complete but seein this i decided to mayb make it into a song...not by myself la but with others...mayb hiring her as a song writer when mayb i form a band...hehe...thx Anggie...