We're all influenced by the worst of times,
and shaped by the beating waves
of the shadows in history.
Songs about myself scatter the lights of the city;
mmmm, numb love; dumb love.
Dirt on the page from the park life
leading on the nightlife
till the morning sickness says goodbye.
Catholic schools don't teach you how to fold up a cross,
so I cheat you when you're down.
It's all to be continued if your guilt
is nothing more than a frown.
Please tell me what you think
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Interesting
Life is not always fair and I too was not taught to fold that cross I seem to bear. Love... well it is really lust in the end. Yet the heart beats for goodness and song should create harmony, not misery
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Thanks so much for your views! Means a lot!
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I must say your a very experienced writer. And I dont think i have an constructive critism to give out for this one. It's very unique and passionate. Keep up the good work
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Experienced? Haha, not really.
Thanks for commenting, anyway! Means a lot!
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