Fall.

Fall.

A Poem by Kaymara
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Song #1

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V1: Drop a line and make the call, I haven’t heard from you at all.

Are you alive and doing well or are you stumbling straight to hell? 

Last I heard you were happy I was gone or were they wrong? 

Are you trembling? Are you as scared as me?

A drag from this cigarette leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

It reminds me of the times we fought, of the times we got to talk.


Chorus: It’s strange how one day we go from lovers to someone we barely know.

I’ll lean from this bridge cause I’ve got no place else to go.

A room full of people and I still feel alone.

The bottom of this bottle is looking a lot more like home.


V2: Hours go by as I lay awake thinking of all the drugs I could take.

Thinking of things I said, of this empty spot in my bed.

I pretend everything is fine and keep on sipping my wine.

I’m trembling. I’m as scared as I’ll ever be.

A drag from this cigarette leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

It reminds me of the times we fought, of the times we got to talk.


Chorus: It’s strange how one day we go from lovers to someone we barely know.

I’ll lean from this bridge cause I’ve got no place else to go.

A room full of people and I still feel alone.

The bottom of this bottle is looking a lot more like home.


Bridge: You swore that things would get better from here,

but you left me with a kiss and a “good bye my dear”

which left me with hope that’s more worthless than you

You swore things would be better without you.


Chorus: It’s strange how one day we go from lovers to someone we barely know.

I’ll lean from this bridge cause I’ve got no place else to go.

A room full of people and I still feel alone.

The bottom of this bottle is looking a lot more like home.






© 2011 Kaymara


Author's Note

Kaymara
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Good use of ryhthm throughout. Sad tale with a thread of hoplessness within that one can sympathize with. It's like a little story which I like. Good job.

Posted 14 Years Ago


So yesterday, amidst very much the same feeling, I put back a few pills with wine, and now today I read this.

A beautiful expression of an ugly situation. Spectacular work.

Thank you for writing this. I needed it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm not very good with lyrics, but I can envision you with an acoustic guitar, performing this... which is a good sign. it has the same feel to it as your other writing. :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Posted 14 Years Ago


I think this was great. I really liked it a lot.
Thanks for sharing. :D

Posted 14 Years Ago



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