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A FEW DAYS
In life I never knew
Which door I came through
In time I came to you
I know you're crooked too
A few days
Until the parade
Is over
I saw what misery showed me
Some days I'd yearn to be free
I heard the thousand lies you spewed
Who knew you could be this shrewd
I hated living cent by cent
So drown with me, forty percent
We will calm down, feel the red
The dream-scape we thought was dead
A few days
Until the parade
Is over
A few days
I thought I heard for a moment
Thought I heard you cry
In life I never knew
Which door I came through
So I'll find a new way to breathe
Buy myself new memories
Maybe I'm being too insecure
Missed so many signs to be sure
Should have swapped the keys
Looked at the torpor inside of me
A few days
Until the parade
Is over
I grew up
Nothing more to say
I left you
Where misery stays
Published 21st Sep 2016
| Edited 16th Oct 2016
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Outstanding! The whole piece read with the weight of the world on the subject's shoulders and then, BAM! Freedom!
I grew up
Nothing more to say
I left you
Where misery stays
Says it all. Nothing more is need. Those four lines speak of caring for self, empowerment. I like this piece. Thank you for sharing.
I too am new here. Welcome!
I grew up
Nothing more to say
I left you
Where misery stays
Says it all. Nothing more is need. Those four lines speak of caring for self, empowerment. I like this piece. Thank you for sharing.
I too am new here. Welcome!
21st Sep 2016 4:10pm
