"You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you." - Ray Bradbury. |
For sure the world is full of tricks..
A game where the loser gets to win...
Here I was standing.
Supposed to laugh and celebrate...
They say your life is crumbled.
They say you lost that much weight...
A fresh breeze and sunshine bright
'Tis the day to receive the gallant knight...
You ask me if i love you.
As if you don't know the reply...
Your cigarette-scented fingers, touching my lips..
And the shiver it sends within...
I would be heartless if i could,
For i've known much about love already...
Trials and tribulations..
Have shaked my once solid ground...
I may have become bitter,
and as cold as ice...
So peaceful is the dark,
So quiet, so serene...
Roll with the punches until you're able to punch back. |
I'll tell ya one thing about tyrants: |
The echo of a pen is eternal..That of a bullet merely temporary. |