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Killing Rainy Days
Contributed by
Franciswolf
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Monday, 18th June 2007 @ 12:02:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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I was living in paradise
You were on the outside of it
Never were their two worlds in one
And now its 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 doesnt matter to be intentional
Just being unaware doesnt make you less cruel
So now I ask, as you make your final pass
A message I got through your voice
A question Ive never wondered,
It rains and then it thunders
But when youre inside youve got another choice
I say, How does it feel to live under my shadow?
I never knew you were being swept away
And Id have grabbed you free
If it werent the side of me
Pointed at the wall, living on a tree
And how could it feel? Id never understand
If there were some kind of answer to a never ending question
Its hard to love someone who doesnt love their own ways
I would have been the brightness to the darkness
Id 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
Thats 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 thats the worst discovery
Id figure there was nothing left to loose
But this hearts been badly bruised
And Im 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 Ive never wondered,
It rains and then it thunders
But when youre inside youve got another choice
I say, How does it feel to live under my shadow?
I never knew you were being swept away
And Id have grabbed you free
If it werent the side of me
Pointed at the wall, living on a tree
And how could it feel? Id never understand
If there were some kind of answer to a never ending question
Its hard to love someone who doesnt love their own ways
I would have been the brightness to the darkness
Id 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 its foot like a barnacle on board
I wanted to be your lover baby; I didnt want to be your lord
And Im bored with writing about you
Because nothings ever new
Theres this and theres that, its over and its through
With a question Ive 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?
Theres no need to glow, if you just loved your own ways
I would have been the brightness to the darkness
Id have killed your rainy days
Copyright ©
Franciswolf
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2007-06-18 12:02:25]
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Re: Killing Rainy Days
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by Vampirequeen on
Monday, 18th June 2007 @ 12:18:17 PM AEST
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wow how sad
take care |
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Re: Killing Rainy Days
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by shelby on
Monday, 18th June 2007 @ 03:48:35 PM AEST
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Man,
this is intense in so many ways and yes so sad as well........ love comes painful at times. I loved the entire write, the flow the play on words, the way you used thunder and storms just is so fitting within these lines of perfection.
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