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Confessional

Contributed by keilantra on Sunday, 25th June 2006 @ 09:24:18 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract



I’ve got the golden key
It’s in my hands,
You’ve got the music,
You’re leading this dance
You move soft and slowly
And I’m easily on my knees
This room is my confessional;
Muttering prayers and pathetic pleas.

The story is familiar
You’ve told it before
Between moments I can’t remember;
My tongue was too sore
And my eyes as well,
From crying you songs;
This would end all over the floor
And I knew it all along.

Every time your eyes flashed
They seemed a little darker
Each note was painted over me
In magic marker
They revealed more than music
They showed you my soul
I was a symphony once
Until I was left without the pieces you stole.

I’ve got the golden key
The door is only four spins away
But the music that you’re whispering
Is begging me to stay;
And the dance you’ve got me tangled in
Barely leaves time to breathe
The floor is loosing its balance
And I don’t think I can leave.

You’ve got the moves to make me crumble
And I’m easily on the floor
This room is my confessional
And I can’t handle any more.






Copyright © keilantra ... [ 2006-06-25 21:24:18]
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Re: Confessional (User Rating: 1 )
by wizard on Sunday, 9th July 2006 @ 06:32:44 PM AEST
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awesome write, kei...i love this!!

wiz


Re: Confessional (User Rating: 1 )
by alasdaircairns on Thursday, 13th July 2006 @ 02:35:59 PM AEST
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You have a real flow in your poems too kei! Totured and sentimental, yet delightfully succint. Great poem.




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