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a few more (Lyric) by poetchrisk
Title: How come
How come when you know you've found love
it never happens/
it's fake and fraud like dem boyz milli Vanilli rappin/
It's presents itself like a free flowing river/
but taken back
two days later by cupid
that damn indian giver/
had the nerve to shoot me with that arrow/
when i was with her....
my heartbeat was louder then any amount of bass you'd hear on the radio/
thinking i got
something sent straight from the angels/
but in the end
the love they could have had was way to dangerous/
it's a game of minuses and pluses/
angry words
bittersweet moments
and lustful hushes/
and i knew if i got caught up in too much/
it would have crippled me
and i don't believe they make crutches for the heart/
looking back on it now
i'm glad we never gave it a start/
Title: Kara
about a girl i knew that met an unfortunate end with drugs.
18 years old
not even grown/
don't mean to be a dick
this is no ones fault but your own/
you made your own bed
and know you lie in a home/
i saw you last weekend
and now your gone/
the funeral sucked
cause all around me/
were nothing but your junkies buddies
with crying ass babies wearing some huggies/
tragic beauty is what the priest had to say/
you were too smart for this
but you wanted to play/
I'm not saying in anyway
that I'm better then you/
because girl you know it's true
I got my own demons too/
and now....
i'm trying not to fall apart/
when you left like the song says
you took a piece of my heart/
you could have had anything you wanted from me/
but you would rather have your "perfect drug"
that heroin mixed with cotton oxi/
Title: Mary
On this gloomy day/
imagine going to find out if you got AIDS/
what a mind altering event/
a whole down the drain
based on a night that was spent/
w/a sexy, convincingly good person type stranger/
that chose to put your life in danger/
shouldn't have happened the way it did /
in your 20's
but in all reality still a kid/
the whole thing wasn't planned to be this way/
it's serious how life can be taken away by a meaningless lay/
15 minutes of fun
turns your life into a shame/
it's done and half the time in the morning
you don't even remember a name/
when you awake alone
you think the orgasms were great but the relationship was fake/
regret it all you want....it's just too late.
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