1-Philly.
2. Julius Caesar
Dry Ink.
The pen leaks with creis of emotional pain.
as i sit to listen and write all the emotions that rain
My hand begins to hurt as i seem to write faster.
the emotions become stronger, as she falls i try to grasp her.
my eye's begin to shuffle and quake as i weep.
the tears start to drop as my own body becomes weak
The pen drops, with no heart, intentions a blur
as my eye's concludingly close my emotion conjure.
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I wake up in a bed of roses as ink fills my hand
i start to ponder of life but then slowly i understand.
i say to my self..."things happen for a reason."
so the reason for this flustered emotion is to start a new season
The rooms gets dark as a pen and pad slides in.
so i go to the corner, and the inks start to drip and my life begins.
it's like my lifes on replay. it plays over again.
But for the last time, my lifes ending adds on a little spin.
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I opened my eye's to a new life with dreams.
as no longer do i sit in a corner filled with teared streams.
I stand and i notive i no more hear no screams
of creid lost emotions. for the pens that leaked is now clean
I'm sitting in my room, in the house, under the moon
with my head down-holding these emotions from getting loose.
eye's red, it don't show anger, it shows disordely of pain,
You was special until you hold me so tight-that I popped a vien.
I must've been on cocaine-you was the inspiration in my lines,
but you put me in handcuffs and "trying so hard" was the crime.
You use the evidence that I used on you-turned it against me,
charge guilty and sentence to life in love prison-with no parole.
Smart, Yes, but the taunt was cold-got me in a sad choke hold.
No. I take the vine whip off my neck-Tears running from my eyes,
dark hateful clouds closing on me-feeling the urge of despair.
Grab a lock of my hair-"Damn it, How much can I really bare?"
Moving in a weird way, back and forth, try to rock this problem out,
"Kill yourself now!" is what my mind said-"Damn it do it now!"
My lip having a mind of its own, mumbling its own dreadful words.
Who would've known that this aftermath of love would turn to curse,
feeling getting worse, until I spot a light in this darkenss of all,
mind shifted to looking at the bright side of this madness brawl.
Dark clouds disappeared. My eyes blinked at the sunlight,
the wetness of the rain went dry....
"Poured all my emotions lastnight-today I life a new life"
"Don't dwell on the past-Get a new Ink"
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