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MOMENTS From A Madman's Mind (Other) by PsydewaysTears
Maybe MIDNIGHT's
Just a time
When ordinary
Tastes like lime,
And little windows
Grown in size
Are just reflections
In your eyes.
But NEVER seems
To come along
At ev'ry beat
From ev'ry song.
Relinquish me
The pain of sin
And teach me how
To hold a grin,
I need to not
See in-between
When sky's ain't blue
And grass ain't green.
For underneath
The billboard light
An ad from YESTERDAY's
In sight.
It's telling me
That hoping's just
A frozen layer
Of misplaced trust,
And scraping rust,
Although insane,
Can't stop the sky
From sending rain.
I'm not the one
To look up to
But neither is
This void of you.
We've both lost sight
Of what it takes
To learn to pinpoint
Our mistakes.
Believe me
When I say, "ok...
I do not need
Your lies TODAY."
'Cause bleeding down
The wall-less clock
Your FUTURE's just
Begun to tock.
And unlike me,
Since I'm not here,
When down comes TIME
Down comes each tear.
I'm counting, counting,
So are you
But don't you see
The grime you chew?
Can not you taste
The taste of tongue?
Can not you hear
These words unsung?
You're sailing blind
Without your mast.
No,
Napkins can't erase the PAST.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.2
Weighted score: 5.0238404
Overall Rank: 7427
Posted: April 9, 2005 12:03 AM PDT; Last modified: October 24, 2005 10:05 PM PDT
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PS-congratulations on staging the return of napkins to poemranker. It's been a while.
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