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Jealousy's a funny thing
You can see it in their eyes
It always shows, there's no disguise
Although most times it tries to hide
Sometimes they feel they're out of place
Yet they're drawn to your pretty face
Your pretty face
Emotions confuse
They bring bad news
We interpret them how we choose
Some hearts won't sleep well tonight
But that's just how life works
We push on through although it hurts
Jealousy's an ugly thing
It makes you see a world of green
The thoughts you think are just obscene
You don't own anyone at all
The future might rip you apart
But you're chained to it by your own heart
Your foolish heart
Emotions confuse
They bring bad news
We interpret them how we choose
Some hearts won't sleep well tonight
But that's just how life works
We push on through although it hurts
The thoughts they think, won't leave their head
A thousand words, remain unsaid
They never thought it'd get this far
Now they're plummeting like a falling star
A burning star without a place
A burning star without a place
A burning star without a place
And yet it's burning all the same, yeah
It's burning all the same
Emotions confuse
They bring bad news
We interpret them how we choose
Some hearts won't sleep well tonight
But that's just how life works
We push on through although it hurts, yeah
We push on through although it hurts
You can see it in their eyes
It always shows, there's no disguise
Although most times it tries to hide
Sometimes they feel they're out of place
Yet they're drawn to your pretty face
Your pretty face
Emotions confuse
They bring bad news
We interpret them how we choose
Some hearts won't sleep well tonight
But that's just how life works
We push on through although it hurts
Jealousy's an ugly thing
It makes you see a world of green
The thoughts you think are just obscene
You don't own anyone at all
The future might rip you apart
But you're chained to it by your own heart
Your foolish heart
Emotions confuse
They bring bad news
We interpret them how we choose
Some hearts won't sleep well tonight
But that's just how life works
We push on through although it hurts
The thoughts they think, won't leave their head
A thousand words, remain unsaid
They never thought it'd get this far
Now they're plummeting like a falling star
A burning star without a place
A burning star without a place
A burning star without a place
And yet it's burning all the same, yeah
It's burning all the same
Emotions confuse
They bring bad news
We interpret them how we choose
Some hearts won't sleep well tonight
But that's just how life works
We push on through although it hurts, yeah
We push on through although it hurts
Literature
The Death Within Life
Raging Seas
Dark skies
Endless tears
Cold fires
That is what life is.
No fairy godmothers
or knights in shining armor.
Only witches and cauldrons
recipes for disaster.
There are no three wishes
or steeds that fly.
No hero, no powers,
certainly no rewinds.
Life is but time
flowing forward.
Spent by little moments
we call ours.
It is never enough,
not once.
Fragments engraved
they're left to remain.
Not even our mind, our knowledge
can prolong our hours.
To live them as they come
seconds remembered, never forgotten.
To let them pass
by our envy and our pride.
No wonder we are fools
both then and now.
Not one of us
Literature
Promise Me
If I tied you to a tree
Told you to stay if you love me
Would I some day return to see
Your skeleton still there for me
Or would you be like everybody
And just abandon me?
If I beat you, almost to death
But then nursed you back to health
Would you love me like your breath
Or view me as the theft to your soul wealth?
If I tied you to a tree
Begged you to never leave me
Would you still try to get free
Never wanting to be near me
Or would you wait and see
If you're the one for me?
If I broke your bones,
Struck you with stones,
Then left you alone,
Would your heart still be my home?
If I tied you to a tree
Commanded you to wa
Literature
don't you stop 'til you know you're gone
the bone-flutes are flooding out my lucidity.
nothing makes sense, but everything belongs.
the sheets are oily and hot on my skin.
exhausted, i try to escape,
only to drop out of reality and through the floors.
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I never thought I'd write poetry until I started one day. I never really thought I'd write songs either, but I've been writing songs. If you pay attention to my work, I'll probably be writing more songs now. I see it as a challenge, and I'm pretty excited about it. I'm not usually capable of coming up with my own melodies, so some of my stuff rides on the sound of songs that already exist.. which is alright for now. I'll improve on that as I write more of them.
This one in particular, is about jealousy. It's pretty straightforward. It makes more sense when I'm singing it then when I read it though. Oh well, it's all a work in progress.
This one in particular, is about jealousy. It's pretty straightforward. It makes more sense when I'm singing it then when I read it though. Oh well, it's all a work in progress.
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A song, eh? Perhaps not all that different from poetry. Nice start 
Look forward to the others.
Look forward to the others.