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[aid] => mick
[title] => if Love Wasn't For Breaking
[time] => 2007-07-29 03:42:30
[hometext] => About a boy returning home to memories and madness
[bodytext] => In parking lots, old dusting rooms, it’s fair to say we fall too soon That everything’s just waiting for a moment to a moment, yeah And back awhile, long moments ago, you clenched my heart you stole my soul Then I took it back, cause I couldn’t lack its comfortable sorrow If bridges weren’t for jumping, why’d they build them so high? If love wasn’t for breaking, you better find me a reason why, you better find me reason why Wolf, he plays teenage boy, packs his bags, moves back to Troy Acts like he’d never left till he gets to the walls he trashed and split And plays miniature golf with a silver club, bashes plastic monsters, collects ticket stubs Wins his key chain in the window stain then crawls back to his car Phantom girl she is far behind, her bodies both the bread and wine He’d once drink to pronounce himself full, sent out to kill, have your fill Do you remember tragedy? Old stale romances majesty? Honey I think I do Could we call that through? Between the dark of summer carnivals and sparkling light of winter funerals, there’s something called me and you He remembers back when this was home, it was once full, he’s now alone There are no friendly faces, just dirty pools and untrimmed mazes Memories ago he took the toll, she was pregnant he was sold, Not the father, just a winner, out to risk what he could not control Three months later, a clinic visit pass, do fire’s want us to see the ash? There is a picture on his bedroom wall; it gives him the same feeling it did last fall That there are permanents, something never changes Except this time there’s a crack across it’s side, taped over, made to hide And there are no more reasons now, he’s got to find home somehow In ballroom dances, marble tombs, it’s fair to say we fall too soon That everything’s just waiting for a moment to a moment, yeah And not too very long ago, you clenched my heart you stole my soul Then I left it up for grabs, because I couldn’t stand the comfortable sorrow If eyes weren’t for tears, why did they make them so we’d cry? If love wasn’t for breaking, you better find me a reason why, you better find me a reason why [comments] => 0 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 24 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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