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I love music like a fat kid loves cake. It's the only true way of expressing the muddled up crap we call feelings. Idealistically, I'm a realist. Realistically, I'm an idealist. Overall, I think too much and too philosophically. Venture into the stream of insanity I call my consciousness and take it, as everything, with a grain of salt. The size (and type) of that grain is yours to decide.

Monday, July 25, 2011

On The River Bank, I Sat And Wept


On the river bank, I sat and wept
Undeterred by the silent stares
On the river bank, I sat and wept
Drowning my sorrows, my pains, my cares

On the river bank, I sat and wept
And watched the sunset rise
On the river bank, I sat and wept
The winds howled beneath the night sky

On the river bank, I sat and wept
My heart yearned for my lost love
On the river bank, I sat and wept
Love’s essence still fills my blood

On the river bank, I sat and wept
Watching my reflection below
On the river bank, I sat and wept
Through seasons of rain and fire and snow

On the river bank, I sat and wept
And still the burden would not lift
On the river bank, I sat and wept
I sat there and waited for death’s cold lips

On the river bank, I sat and wept
And wrote my story with tears (salt?), not pen
On the river bank, I sat and wept
I yearn for the day I meet my lost love again
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