It all began
when i met a man,
who would paint
upon a wall.
Then I'd pretend
I had no end
and enjoy the company
I thought "godsend."
But alas,
It all came
to an end
when the man
met fate like a whim
and at last he was gone,
gone to us all
it was then I realized . . .
It was not paint
that was his
for it lasts to long.
No, It was chalk on the wall.
SO PUSH ASIDE
ONE HUNDRED LIES,
AND ONE HUNDRED MORE
WOULD FILL THE BLACK SKIES!
SO PUSH AWAY
YOUR FRIENDS TODAY,
AND YOUR FRIENDS
WOULD COME BACK FOR MORE!
Nowadays Im the man
whom puts art on the wall,
and I'll be here,
but not long,
till along comes a boy,
whom watches in awe,
as i begin to draw.
The lines will connect,
the colors will fill
till I fade away,
like chalk on the wall.
SO PUSH AWAY
ONE HUNDRED LIES,
AND ONE HUNDRED MORE
WOULD FILL THE BLUE SKIES!
SO PUSH AWAY
YOUR FRIENDS AGAIN,
AND AGAIN AND AGAIN
TILL THEY NO LONGER STAY
IT IS THEN YOU'LL FIND
THE TEARS IN YOUR EYES
AS IT WAS YOUR
FRIENDS THAT FADE AWAY
AND YOU ARE
CURSED TO ALONE REMAIN.
COMMENTS
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xsnowangelx
17:55 Jul 28 2011
couldnt it be both??