In My EyesA Poem by MilesOne, two, three, four, five Live Givin' me heat at the bottom of a pitch pit Dead in the head Too tripped to break a window All in the middle Playin' a fiddle in the middle of the desert Runnin' outta cigs while I'm slayin' these pigs Gotta run an errand Jivin' your groove to the tune of the gerund Sittin' in a circus Makin' sure my coffee ain't Turkish Need to get an aisel Loadin' up the limo with diesel Cryin' all night in the pillow Willow Tree I found in the forest of tommorow Stop Burn a cop yellow at the skate park in the evenin' Trust a pigeon with your kitchen Bring a flashlight to the forest But don't blame me Just 'cause you can't see What all this means In my eyes Seven, eight, nine, ten Kin Prayin' at the altar Wish It could've been done with a bucket of fun All out of answers Bleedin' out the gut in the ER Lookin' like cancer Could've been a dancer for the people More like sheeple Over the fence to the tune of the cello Mellow Left in a hurry for the twilight curry Sippin' on a saddle in a satellite vessel Supposed to be back to work in an hour Sour Showin' me up to the top of the tower Sayin' I'm a coward And I wouldn't care If you lost an eye to a bear Too lost to catch a metaphor Not what I said it for So don't blame me Just 'cause you can't see What all this means In my eyes
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Added on August 23, 2011 Last Updated on August 23, 2011 AuthorMilesDarmsheim, Badem-Würtemberg, GermanyAboutI'm American, I was born in Japan, and have since traveled to many different states and countries. I'm an Athiest and an Existentialist and I prefer the Multiple Big Bang theory. I play guitar, and .. more..Writing
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