mrkgnao
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Thought I'd try this forum too
(I've read some of the other posts and will write clever comments when I'm feeling clever.
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This is a song I wrote in January and February. It's not bitter at all
Comments welcome.
Waiting for the Sun of Spring
He's beaten black and blue
Comes to me, he's shivering
I'm shivering too
He stands inside, the dark outside,
Tryin' to not look out
He doesn't hide he wants to hide
And I don't doubt
He looks away and I look at
The colours he conceals
We hate the things we took that
Our black eyes reveal
We meet under my cover
Hot hands are still as ice
This rhyme sucks also, lover
This is not nice
Lying with the Sun of Spring
A lie not small, not white:
That knowing what will come there's nothing
We cannot fight
*mrkgnao*
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This is a song I wrote in January and February. It's not bitter at all
Waiting for the Sun of Spring
He's beaten black and blue
Comes to me, he's shivering
I'm shivering too
He stands inside, the dark outside,
Tryin' to not look out
He doesn't hide he wants to hide
And I don't doubt
He looks away and I look at
The colours he conceals
We hate the things we took that
Our black eyes reveal
We meet under my cover
Hot hands are still as ice
This rhyme sucks also, lover
This is not nice
Lying with the Sun of Spring
A lie not small, not white:
That knowing what will come there's nothing
We cannot fight
*mrkgnao*