Cellar

December 12, 2011
By DreamInTheRain SILVER, Nevada City, California
DreamInTheRain SILVER, Nevada City, California
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Music, It Runs Through My Veins Like A River, Lyrics Flow To The Beat Of Sound.


Crimson roses for loved ones,
Lay deadened on the floor,
Ancient love letters lay abandoned at the
Door.
Because my heart rests,
Dead in the cellar,
There was a lot of work for him to do,
Poor old feller.
He was broken and crushed,
And bleeding too,
With open wounds
As I cried to you.
But you did not care,
No you did not worry,
And with your apologies,
No you did not hurry.
Later they came,
As a tidal wave,
Drowning me when I least expected.
But it was too late to tell me,
Too late to tell her,
Because by then,
My heart was safely in the cellar.



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on May. 17 2013 at 11:27 pm
DreamInTheRain SILVER, Nevada City, California
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Favorite Quote:
Music, It Runs Through My Veins Like A River, Lyrics Flow To The Beat Of Sound.

Thank you darling~

on Dec. 16 2011 at 10:14 pm
Wonderment DIAMOND, Scranton, Pennsylvania
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I like it. I like the discriptions and lanugage. Good job :)


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