*It was always Jake.
Reading from your works, a one time show,
The poster said your words were accessible
Poems the world would come to love and know;
Stopped by a bar on my way home, or was it home?
My home was in your heart all those cold, lost years
When we hid from the landlord just for the hell of it
God knows our parents had money and we just loved
To play at being poor for the romance, the poetry of it
Shopping for the latest rags, taking turns at drags off trendy cigarettes
That was when we both composed our lives like some literary vignette,
I love the way we always lied about how we'd never lie to each other
Or ourselves, yeah no compromising 'The Art'
How growing up is never famous just an excuse to lose your soul
To the devils and the details of society and economy so much history
Waiting to be forgotten like the moments we lost our way
We were always so inaccessible desperate to be misunderstood
And we understood each other's thoughts in the veins of our clay
Written like poems the world would never love or know
I knew we would be disappearing like the moment
The poster said your words were accessible
Reading from your works, a one time show...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-05-02 at 19:23
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'The Art'
I saw that you would be appearing todayReading from your works, a one time show,
The poster said your words were accessible
Poems the world would come to love and know;
Stopped by a bar on my way home, or was it home?
My home was in your heart all those cold, lost years
When we hid from the landlord just for the hell of it
God knows our parents had money and we just loved
To play at being poor for the romance, the poetry of it
Shopping for the latest rags, taking turns at drags off trendy cigarettes
That was when we both composed our lives like some literary vignette,
I love the way we always lied about how we'd never lie to each other
Or ourselves, yeah no compromising 'The Art'
How growing up is never famous just an excuse to lose your soul
To the devils and the details of society and economy so much history
Waiting to be forgotten like the moments we lost our way
We were always so inaccessible desperate to be misunderstood
And we understood each other's thoughts in the veins of our clay
Written like poems the world would never love or know
I knew we would be disappearing like the moment
The poster said your words were accessible
Reading from your works, a one time show...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 678 times
Written on 2013-05-02 at 19:23
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