The Devil Wears BlueA Poem by MachinaWriterWrote this about the loss of someone who was very special to me...
This is my life, it's a tragic story
But don't ever take me for some cryin' little boy Playin' with his toys To forget about the world The pain, the trouble Cuz if you back down- the trouble only doubles It's fate Its the way the world works And anyone livin' Knows livin' hurts I'm not tryin' to be your preacher I'm not fit to be your teacher I had it all goin' Then I had to leave her And maybe if I treated her the way she should be treated I wouldn't have been cheated And if I had a second chance I wouldn't be defeated I tried to protect her She wanted to stay and maybe I should have let her But I wasn't there And lord it isn't fair Cuz now I'm in the doctor's Cryin' in this chair And you're dyin' And girl I'm really tryin' To keep you here, I'd sell my soul But the devil isn't buyin' Six hours of pain, six hours of wait I cried, I lied, I said it would be okay But I could feel the weight Pressin' against my chest- like the truck that brought your fate Sittin' here now- I know its true That hell is sterile and the devil wears blue- -scrubs like the man who said I'd have to live without you © 2012 MachinaWriterAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on September 11, 2012 Last Updated on September 11, 2012 AuthorMachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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