Silver cry ( A mad mans tear)
Who made so
So made you
Little flower on the empty bed
Love trapped in a lonely shoe
Open eyes seen the night
Whisper a mad mans tear
Talk to butterfly angels
Bad hotels
I find a place
The cry on me
The love on you
Catch that broken bone
Lady blood hustle your mind
Come on listen to the sound of broken glass
Come on love me fore the ...
Listen to ...
Never stand up and shout
Silent we walk our way
Empty bed left alone
Anything you can make it happen
Never never eat your dead mind
Hold one and wait another day
Sun shines silver cry
A little dust
Fore a broken bone
Black soul twisted infinity
Poetry by Mr painter
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Written on 2008-11-04 at 10:50
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