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An Ending
A Poem by
AlmostWhatIWant
There was a man who heard my latest CD, read the lyrics And tried to understand the mystery of a boy Who cant keep up with his own mind He wrote hi..
Lament
A Poem by
AlmostWhatIWant
Can I truly be any form of man If my only way of expression Is with pen and paper in hand Does that make me less of what I am Because my emotions ..
The Normalcy Of Death
A Poem by
AlmostWhatIWant
On a starlit night There is no reason To imagine the worst Of the world On a sunny morning There is no reason To question the glory Of what you..
A Man Is Only As Good As His Strings
A Poem by
AlmostWhatIWant
With the hook and the line you'll have me Just as soon as you bait my life I am tied to you and you pull all my strings You are my owner, one of my..
Fragment
A Poem by
AlmostWhatIWant
There is nothing to tell here, I've burned the story The ashes on the floor are the only memory left I'll repress that too, just gotta find the broo..
Every Impossible Moment
A Poem by
AlmostWhatIWant
I don't think I've ever loved you more But would you understand if I said that i cant be sure Ive been worried about my stories Because I'm having..
Maybe, Maybe, Maybe
A Poem by
AlmostWhatIWant
Maybe this is what i need Even if it aint what i want Cuz ive been of course with A crashing into you Maybe well both blow up Or just all this ..
Oh Lover, Love Me Not
A Poem by
AlmostWhatIWant
Oh lover be not so bitter There are worse things that could come to pass Look not for what you are wanting Look at the half full glass And tempt..
Leading The World On
A Poem by
AlmostWhatIWant
Oh When did things change from then Playing pretend became an art form Being the most fake was an accomplisment And being a torn tired soul was in..
Verbal Forgery
A Poem by
AlmostWhatIWant
Your words are poison, it fills the air Making me choke on would be words Theres a struggle going on under there I cant decide what would be worse ..
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