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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...