January 29, 2012
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Bitter Blood
Mud on your tongue
Have you thought about love?
How to sing your song?
It’s not so long this living
And giving ain’t what it ought
So don’t get caught slipping
Or stumbling, no more crumbling
If being whole is what you’ve sought.

Bitter blood
Mud on your tongue
Have you realized your wrongs?
And wrenched your wretched eyes
Away so strong was the
Flickering flame of pain
You’re lost again
It’s costly this shame.

Bitter blood
Mud on your tongue
You’ve got to finish all you’ve ever begun
Or remain unsung
There is no way to run
From number one it’s been spun
To make you strong
And while it hurts
It’s where you belong.

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Icedoc said...
Mar. 6, 2012 at 9:12 am
A very mature poem for one so young, and musical and thought-provoking. Good lyrics for a song.
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