the taste of love is on my lips as God has left me never
i tried to do it my way , i never did succeed
the drama i created ...just made my poor heart bleed
constantly i climed back up ...the ladder or the rope
hanging on to something by a thread that they call hope
hope for what i asked myself ? just what was it i wanted
IT was such a tiny thing ,such power you'd ne'r believe
and ego was the only thing that ever did decieve
so i followed jacob , and i climed the seven
and when i reached that diamond
i knew i was in heaven
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I wish I could write like that, I get as far as "The boy stood on the burning deck" :Haha:
Sorry, I can't help myself sometimes, I occasionally write poetry, but I have to be emotionally charged, in love/lust, or extremely miserable are my two states which allow the words to flow.