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| Cold; My New Poem | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 12 2007, 07:40 PM (36 Views) | |
| CountryStylePimp | Jul 12 2007, 07:40 PM Post #1 |
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Cold Pushing and shoving and carrying on These are the ways of the world He’s surrounded by many They mean little, if any He sits in the corner, curled. Passing faces may give him a glance But isn’t that always the way? They walk by so fast Just walk on right past Without even so much as a “Hey.” Too busy? Too tired? It’s too little, too late. His mind is right out of joint He’ll make them care And give more then a stare With cold steel and fire; at gunpoint Now he has a purpose, he has a vision That he wants them all to see He’ll gather their smiles For miles and miles And then he will make this decree You all have seen me before today But there’s no way you know who I am You walk by so fast Just walk on right past Now I’m going out with a bang He gathers his rage, his passion, his tears And lets go with one lonely shot If only they’d talked Instead of just walked He should’ve had more than he got With thousands of people watching that day And thousands more told on the phone That surrounded by children Women and men He was still so alone |
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| sexy_kitten | Jul 12 2007, 07:58 PM Post #2 |
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pity is so many people can relate to this |
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