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poem(c) Rachella photo(c) silent order
Word on the street is you're playing God forsaking all those you once held dear you're no better than them, those demons you pretend to hate lying and playing games bending them to your unholy will you're no Kurt Cobain, you'll never be the rockstar you try so hard to be so where does that leave you thirty years down the road when you're all alone smoking tobacco out of that old carved pipe struggling as a proffessor to live up to the glory of your hero sure you have a fancy turn of phrase but you'll never be Keats and you'll never find your Bright Star
rachella added this comment 2011-08-07 01:21:29-05:00
You..make me giggle. Thanks my dear. :)
selbystarr added this comment 2011-08-06 00:17:22-05:00
Purrrrrfect!!!
rachella added this comment 2011-08-07 01:21:29-05:00
You..make me giggle. Thanks my dear. :)
selbystarr added this comment 2011-08-06 00:17:22-05:00
Purrrrrfect!!!