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Array ( [sid] => 116930 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Song of pain [time] => 2006-03-23 16:52:45 [hometext] => [bodytext] => When I look at my guitar
I see a thousand melodies
but no-one is sad enough
to describe my love to you.

Sometimes I ask myself
am I so bad,
Or does it just happens to everyone
who tries to love?

But my mind is blowin' with wind
through the cold iced plain,
where snowflakes start to sing
the little song of great pain.

One day I found myself
deep inside of my heart.
I was laying on the street
and looking at the sky.

I saw many sharped knives
falling down to me
and cut my heart and my soul
like nobody's ever seen!

But my mind is blowin' with wind
through the cold iced plain,
where snowflakes start to sing
the little song of great pain.

The black cat was standing near
and watching my heart bleeding,
on the other side was little dove
crying for my soul.

I felt warm teeth in my heart
black cats leaking blood from my veins
and dove was taking my soul away,
looking for a lovely place.

But my mind is blowin' with wind
through the cold iced plains,
where snowflakes starts to sing
the little song of great pain.

Then I came back, little bit sad
my heart was eaten, my soul taken away
and I was looking myself in mirror,
I'm mad that's what I'm trying to say.

Now, my mind's been carried by wind
to the cold iced plain,
where snowflakes sing a song,
the great song of the great pain! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Boki88 [notes] => Edited for Spelling as Requested by Moderator_15 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
Song of pain

Contributed by Boki88 on Thursday, 23rd March 2006 @ 04:52:45 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



When I look at my guitar
I see a thousand melodies
but no-one is sad enough
to describe my love to you.

Sometimes I ask myself
am I so bad,
Or does it just happens to everyone
who tries to love?

But my mind is blowin' with wind
through the cold iced plain,
where snowflakes start to sing
the little song of great pain.

One day I found myself
deep inside of my heart.
I was laying on the street
and looking at the sky.

I saw many sharped knives
falling down to me
and cut my heart and my soul
like nobody's ever seen!

But my mind is blowin' with wind
through the cold iced plain,
where snowflakes start to sing
the little song of great pain.

The black cat was standing near
and watching my heart bleeding,
on the other side was little dove
crying for my soul.

I felt warm teeth in my heart
black cats leaking blood from my veins
and dove was taking my soul away,
looking for a lovely place.

But my mind is blowin' with wind
through the cold iced plains,
where snowflakes starts to sing
the little song of great pain.

Then I came back, little bit sad
my heart was eaten, my soul taken away
and I was looking myself in mirror,
I'm mad that's what I'm trying to say.

Now, my mind's been carried by wind
to the cold iced plain,
where snowflakes sing a song,
the great song of the great pain!




Copyright © Boki88 ... [ 2006-03-23 16:52:45]
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Re: Song of pain (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 23rd March 2006 @ 05:29:21 PM AEST
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Right. Sometimes I've felt like that. Good.


Re: Song of pain (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 23rd March 2006 @ 06:20:38 PM AEST
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I get what you are trying to say. I know the feeling of pain. Great job.




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