![]() Horseshoes and Handgrenades (Close)A Poem by Phantasmagoric Perceptions![]() For Cameron![]() So I guess this is where
We meet our seperate ends Where we smile and walk away Saying, "Yeah, we'll still be friends." We were doing great things We were winning all the races We got so close just to fall Flat on our faces In horseshoes and handgrenades That's where "close" counts I see the words forming on your lips But I don't want to hear what's coming out You just took away everything That I ever thought was mine We were running in first place But you tripped me at the finish line I love getting stabbed in the back By someone who smiles to your face I've got some choice words for you, my friend They'll put you back in your place You held my heart in your hands And still you wanted more I treated you like a God But now I see you're just a w***e In horseshoes and handgrenades That's where "close" counts I see the words forming on your lips But I don't want to hear what's coming out You just took away everything That I ever thought was mine We were running in first place But you tripped me at the finish line Funny how all of these things Are so quick to come and pass So why don't you take those apologies And shove them right back up your a*s I'm tired of hearing the excuses Or just the empty silence You've pushed me way too far this time And I'm resorting to violence In horseshoes and handgrenades That's where "close" counts I see the words forming on your lips But I don't want to hear what's coming out You just took away everything That I ever thought was mine We were running in first place But you tripped me at the finish line © 2008 Phantasmagoric PerceptionsFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on April 27, 2008 Author![]() Phantasmagoric PerceptionsI Wasn't Looking at, DjiboutiAboutA biography is a story of a life that has once been. Mine is a work in progress. more..Writing
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