Love BluesA Poem by MarkHave always loved Blues music. Thought I'd attempt writing some lyrics.Oh there are times when I wish I couldn't feel for all love crimes that I always have to deal I was born with this fate in a place, loved to hate Oh there are times, when I wish I couldn't feel. Yes there are times I no longer want to face The steeper climbs slow in a losing race. I will die with a broken heart I turned it into a dying art Oh there are times, When I just don't wanna deal. oh there are times When I feel I could soar for all of those times loved opened up that door I was born to this fate a heart with an open gate oh there are times when love makes me soar.
© 2012 Mark |
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1 Review Added on May 19, 2012 Last Updated on May 19, 2012 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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