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[title] => Carrousel
[time] => 2019-07-23 01:15:54
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[bodytext] => Love makes us psychotic. A strange disease to get. Those whove got it grow neurotic; Theres a cure and yet
Lonely has a bitter taste that brings us back to try. The music played, love slipped away, were left to wonder why.
We know too well the carrousel. It’s music and delights. Most just sigh and pass it by. Two wrongs don’t make a right.
And still the painted ponies, dance without a care.
Up and down, round and round; Rushing to nowhere.
Each day we pay for one more stay upon the carrousel,
Our painted faces, hide the traces, hoping none can tell;
That tho we prance and preen and dance, love left us where we fell.
Like the painted ponies, parading at the fair. We are bound where love is found.
Hoping shell be there.
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Carrousel
Contributed by
softerware
on
Tuesday, 23rd July 2019 @ 01:15:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Love makes us psychotic. A strange disease to get. Those whove got it grow neurotic; Theres a cure and yet
Lonely has a bitter taste that brings us back to try. The music played, love slipped away, were left to wonder why.
We know too well the carrousel. It’s music and delights. Most just sigh and pass it by. Two wrongs don’t make a right.
And still the painted ponies, dance without a care.
Up and down, round and round; Rushing to nowhere.
Each day we pay for one more stay upon the carrousel,
Our painted faces, hide the traces, hoping none can tell;
That tho we prance and preen and dance, love left us where we fell.
Like the painted ponies, parading at the fair. We are bound where love is found.
Hoping shell be there.
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2019-07-23 01:15:54] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Carrousel
(User Rating: 1 ) by ingeniusidiot on
Tuesday, 23rd July 2019 @ 11:59:40 AM AEST (User
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Exactly, love makes us do crazy things. Just like the
carrousel that love has trapped us on without binding
us....we go round and round with every up and down
forgetting that we arent actually going anywhere
thinking that we are experiencing deja vu when we
are actually experiencing that same thing over and
over. This is why love and insanity go hand in hand.
Sometimes love and loneliness taste the same.
Beautifully written as always
Rich |
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Re: Carrousel
(User Rating: 1 ) by speedy on
Wednesday, 24th July 2019 @ 01:23:42 AM AEST (User
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Great write!
Hannah B |
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