What you get out of it is what you take
There's a dead letter room.
For love letters never sent.
No need for stamps in there.
The just sit collecting dust
Full of missed opportunities,
And love unrequited.
There's a dead letter room.
A separate room
For all the love gone bad letters never sent.
It has to be twice as tall and wide.
A few letters in the other room,
Many letters in this room with my name on them.
Baby, when I look at you I see
Beauty grace and Poetry.
Baby, when I look at you I see
Those damn letters piling up again.
When I look at you I feel butterflies fluttering
Into nets, put in jars, so they don't fly around anymore.
All this beauty!
All this tragedy!
If love does have a fairy tale ending
It was poorly written.
If love is an act of faith,
I sink when I step onto the water.
If the dues must be paid,
I'm still waiting for the check.
This place was overpriced anyway.
Not even fast food comes cheap anymore.
Another soon to be dysfunctional love story.
More fodder for Jerry Springer.
Talk show america is hungry.
So baby lets get the show over with.
Poetry by Michael Grover
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Written on 2007-02-16 at 05:13
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Dead Letter Room
Dead Letter RoomThere's a dead letter room.
For love letters never sent.
No need for stamps in there.
The just sit collecting dust
Full of missed opportunities,
And love unrequited.
There's a dead letter room.
A separate room
For all the love gone bad letters never sent.
It has to be twice as tall and wide.
A few letters in the other room,
Many letters in this room with my name on them.
Baby, when I look at you I see
Beauty grace and Poetry.
Baby, when I look at you I see
Those damn letters piling up again.
When I look at you I feel butterflies fluttering
Into nets, put in jars, so they don't fly around anymore.
All this beauty!
All this tragedy!
If love does have a fairy tale ending
It was poorly written.
If love is an act of faith,
I sink when I step onto the water.
If the dues must be paid,
I'm still waiting for the check.
This place was overpriced anyway.
Not even fast food comes cheap anymore.
Another soon to be dysfunctional love story.
More fodder for Jerry Springer.
Talk show america is hungry.
So baby lets get the show over with.
Poetry by Michael Grover
Read 572 times
Written on 2007-02-16 at 05:13
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