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time changes, you didnt

Contributed by joe89 on Saturday, 22nd September 2007 @ 12:34:23 AM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry



Shell say is all different now
But now and then shell crack a smile
Played for difference what’s the difference
Its been the same for quite a while
And you’ll sit and you’ll stare
Oh when you sit and you stare

It makes me think of good old days
But ive done wrong, I know I have
I wouldn’t tell her for her life
I cry out loud it makes me laugh
Because its done,
And I know you know its done

Please don’t judge me on my looks
There new to me as much as you
For, for us to stay young age
It’s a sadistic thing to do
But your there
Back when we were 14, your there
And im here in the now

Oh ive moved on
Living life for what is wrong
And in my heart I miss your touch
These days ill crack a smile
Im so sorry ive done you wrong
But know you’ve wronged me for a while
So try move on
And in a few years well sing our song
Back where we belong




Copyright © joe89 ... [ 2007-09-22 00:34:23]
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Re: time changes, you didnt (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 22nd September 2007 @ 05:15:41 AM AEST
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I think this could be a really good piece.
I find the gramatical errors a distraction though. If you clean it up a bit, you'll really have something!


Re: time changes, you didnt (User Rating: 1 )
by lukiest1 on Sunday, 23rd September 2007 @ 02:28:56 AM AEST
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nyce work, joe, i tink u rly hav a goldmyne heer




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