ONE SONG

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ONE SONG

Sing me a love song.

Rhyme me a sad tale.

The woe of heartbroken lovers

whose tinny cries take to the air.

The needle rides the grooves.

Round in a circle, it goes.

No beginning or end.

Like a tear that refuses to fall.

A song without an end.

The melody echoes through eternity.

One jump and scratch at a time.

ONE SONG

Source:randomthoughtsforabeautifulgirl

ONE SONG

Sing me a love song.

Rhyme me a sad tale.

The woe of heartbroken lovers

whose tinny cries take to the air.

The needle rides the grooves.

Round in a circle, it goes.

No beginning or end.

Like a tear that refuses to fall.

A song without an end.

The melody echoes through eternity.

One jump and scratch at a time.

WOE IS THE WORD

Woe is the word that can best describe a room such as this.
A room left to decay without concern or tribute.
A room full of books left unnoticed and uncared for.
Woe is the day when such a deed becomes common place.
For books need to be revered and touched daily.
They need to be cherished and loved.
Woe describes a world where the written word is secondary.
Secondary to silly movies and TV shows.
Secondary to reality stars.
Woe is the feeling in my heart as I look at this room.
I want to pick up all the papers from the floor.
But what is the use if no one cares?

A PERFECT OASIS

A perfect oasis on the shore.

You could not ask for anything more.

Sun and surf during the day,

But at night there's hell to pay.

The waves welcome daily swimmers,

But at night there are no winners.

Afraid to venture out after dark,

Residents stay clear of the town park.

One night, a hanging party was had

By the dark creatures who are plain bad.

Our town is plagued by darkness and woe.

We don't even know who is our foe.


THE DEAD GAME

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