If you are coming my way
Get rid of your self somehow...
Lose yourself now
If you are coming my way
Get rid of your self somehow
I don't mind what drove you here
What you are is just to fit
Perhaps someone from nowhere
Reaching up a little bit
Crumble down again to lose
Spiting words right back
You are what you always choose
Some accomplish or a lack
Breathe your way with your blades
Everything might end up the same
Your cards may have some spades
But your style you must tame
Don't come to remake
Just let you go and burn through
Have your saying and a wake
It's entirely up to you
Nothing can be remade
That fails to fit or go high
Take away what you dismayed
Let it come and let it fly
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 20:48
Tags Self Wake
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Get rid of your self somehow...
Let It Come and Let It Fly
Don't come or stayLose yourself now
If you are coming my way
Get rid of your self somehow
I don't mind what drove you here
What you are is just to fit
Perhaps someone from nowhere
Reaching up a little bit
Crumble down again to lose
Spiting words right back
You are what you always choose
Some accomplish or a lack
Breathe your way with your blades
Everything might end up the same
Your cards may have some spades
But your style you must tame
Don't come to remake
Just let you go and burn through
Have your saying and a wake
It's entirely up to you
Nothing can be remade
That fails to fit or go high
Take away what you dismayed
Let it come and let it fly
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
Read 1508 times
Written on 2006-11-02 at 20:48
Tags Self Wake
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