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The Barrows
I had told you, sweetly
"we can set the world a flame."
but in lieu, I handed you a loaded gun and implied
"Well, lets rob it instead."
Silly words and paper cups,
both filled with alcohol and pure intent
will cease to matter much.
For when all we love
is reduced to ash,
there will be you and I
at very last.
There will be nothing left,
just papered daylight
and affirmed regret.
In truth I lie, and lies i bed,
its easier to live falsly
than live in truths dread.
Could we ever be?
Could it ever be?
I suppose we will never know,
At least, in deafeat
we will never become
the infamous Barrows.
And it fills me with regret
It fills me with regret.
Its difficult to die
for love that hasnt
become love yet.
"we can set the world a flame."
but in lieu, I handed you a loaded gun and implied
"Well, lets rob it instead."
Silly words and paper cups,
both filled with alcohol and pure intent
will cease to matter much.
For when all we love
is reduced to ash,
there will be you and I
at very last.
There will be nothing left,
just papered daylight
and affirmed regret.
In truth I lie, and lies i bed,
its easier to live falsly
than live in truths dread.
Could we ever be?
Could it ever be?
I suppose we will never know,
At least, in deafeat
we will never become
the infamous Barrows.
And it fills me with regret
It fills me with regret.
Its difficult to die
for love that hasnt
become love yet.
Published 30th May 2011
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