Cliched Story Love FantasticA Poem by Dennis ShanabergA short little song about cliched jilted love and that type of crap.Oh baby this is my time-- Time to pay for your crimes. With all the s**t that I’ve seen You know that I might just die. But I know you won’t cry Cuz all you’ve said were false lies. Can’t get you out of my mind. You’ve taken too much of my time. I tried silence and a good bye, But you’re still in these words that I rhyme. Get-Get outta my head. Please just outta my life. I am on the mend. I am so alive. Get-Get back in my bed. There’s just stuff I can’t hide. With all that we have said, I know that it has died. “Et tu brute,” we say, And then we stay. A knife in the back Is just gettin’ played. It’s the Game of Life, But we’re goin’ bankrupt. Monopoly on my heart-- The f****n’ banker’s corrupt. Chest made of porcelain, Set the beats to shatter. One day it will be done With all of me that mattered. Such a sticky situation In paperback--paid plastic. Vampire hearts in sunlight-- Cliched story love fantastic. Get-Get outta my head. Please just outta my life. I am on the mend. I am so alive. Get-Get back in my bed. There’s just stuff I can’t hide. With all that we have said, I know that it has died Get-Get outta my head. Please just outta my life. I am on the mend. I am so alive. Get-Get back in my bed. There’s just stuff I can’t hide. With all that we have said, I know that it has died. © 2012 Dennis Shanaberg |
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4 Reviews Added on May 14, 2012 Last Updated on May 14, 2012 AuthorDennis ShanabergMentor, OHAboutAbout my Life… It’s a preface far too long For anyone to read. It’s growing longer everyday. Filled with love and laughter, life and greed. more..Writing
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