Sitting on a golden chair

May 8, 2008
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Sitting on a golden chair
Watching golden snowflakes dancing on her golden hair
You smile you lie to say goodbye
The wind has blown away your sigh
Flowing leaves forgotten trees
Lying lying never crying
it's ok honey we're fine we're fine
Lying lying never dying
Leverage lost forgotten eyes
The long road down her tree's demise
The day we die is never here
The whisky and rye succumb to beer
Stapled mouths and pasted minds
We cannot lose what we never hear
Kneeling beside your own grave
Always to lose the things you save
Lying lying somehwere crying
The wind has blown away your sighing
Screaming close-mouthed no one there
Tortured to watch her golden hair
Lying lying no one dying
Sitting on a golden chair.
Nicholas John Mecikalski
"This will certify that the above work is completely original."





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