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When the Pen runs dry

when the pen runs dry and the call to Muse is canceled by indifference the return is slow
each word squeezed of juicethe only way to grasp the magic is to toll in the stony fields among the rustic ruins of struggle hoping the voice returnsand fingers fly to keep pace

Monday, May 24, 2010

I Tried To Love You

I tired to love you
lord knows I did
but you pushed me away
hurt me more than words could ever say
I done everything I could
everything I thought would
make you happy
but I guess I was wrong
cause now here I am setting at the bar
listening to this hurting song
about love gone wrong
drinking beer after beer
crying tear after tear
wishing you were here
tell me what did I say
to make you walk away
what did I do
for you to leave me so blue
baby tell me where did our love go?

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