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[aid] => mick
[title] => Killing Rainy Days
[time] => 2007-06-18 12:02:25
[hometext] => The most sure fire way to loose sympathy is to refuse it for misery
[bodytext] => I was living in paradise You were on the outside of it Never were their two worlds in one And now it’s done, adios Lets blind men have a toast To everything and how it could be Because I never realized No I taped over my eyes Because my gut was telling me this day was coming soon And I hurt you something awful It doesn’t matter to be intentional Just being unaware doesn’t make you less cruel So now I ask, as you make your final pass A message I got through your voice A question I’ve never wondered, It rains and then it thunders But when you’re inside you’ve got another choice I say, “How does it feel to live under my shadow?” I never knew you were being swept away And I’d have grabbed you free If it weren’t the side of me Pointed at the wall, living on a tree And how could it feel? I’d never understand If there were some kind of answer to a never ending question It’s hard to love someone who doesn’t love their own ways I would have been the brightness to the darkness I’d have killed your rainy days You thought I was so opinionated And I always had something there to say About a person or a product, peering through black and white Whispering bout the gray So you must of figured there was an opinion on you That’s true, but you never really asked If you did, I think you could have relaxed To find I had nothing but good things to say How could I be so judgmental to someone I cared for? Did you think you were the dirt on my rug instead of the key inside my door? You think too much of me If that’s the worst discovery I’d figure there was nothing left to loose But this heart’s been badly bruised And I’m sick at what you choose To dine in awkward contemplation Aside, the romance on a cruise So now I ask, as you make your final pass A message I got through your voice A question I’ve never wondered, It rains and then it thunders But when you’re inside you’ve got another choice I say, “How does it feel to live under my shadow?” I never knew you were being swept away And I’d have grabbed you free If it weren’t the side of me Pointed at the wall, living on a tree And how could it feel? I’d never understand If there were some kind of answer to a never ending question It’s hard to love someone who doesn’t love their own ways I would have been the brightness to the darkness I’d have killed your rainy days If there were a giant replica monument of me Topped at heaven and ending at the sea Would you be chained to it’s foot like a barnacle on board I wanted to be your lover baby; I didn’t want to be your lord And I’m bored with writing about you Because nothing’s ever new There’s this and there’s that, it’s over and it’s through With a question I’ve never wondered You know, it rains and then it thunders I say, “How does it feel to live under my shadow?” Like an empty marquee show? The flutter of a street light at two p.m. with an abandoned, haunting glow? There’s no need to glow, if you just loved your own ways I would have been the brightness to the darkness I’d have killed your rainy days… [comments] => 2 [counter] => 213 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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