Honesty in shining gold
I'll fall in the middlea dip in the pool
with allmightygod's help
i'll breath the air of the misery
the misery of luckchasers
gripping after lies in the coat of Gaia
the luck dripps from my eyes
I'll send a tear of luck to my love
I'll kiss the poor farewell
and hope the death won't be to hard
I don't care, not more than the wind
nature doesn't care, why would I?
I'm just playing with the life
on one honest road
the fishermen under your bed
jumping up when you hope that I'm dead
Because I know how to make your life miserable
I know how to make teardrops into gold
just by beeing honest
I know all that you're trying to hide under beds
You are trying to hide me
under
Your
bed
That's just how it is
an honest luckseaker
can't talk about gold
in the same way
because gold to me,
is not the shining brick
Poetry by Angie-M
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Written on 2005-06-29 at 22:39
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