The Fall

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A Letter To An Unusual Lover
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You and I are both imprisoned in our cells
I'm chained to head, you kept by a hand You and I both without any fears, you and I are both slaved by the fate Us being together? Don't think about it, not even a glimpse Times I slept with the wind, times under a shoulder, seldom I am free
No doubts for sure, it was destiny, you kept looking at me
I was growing up and you kept cutting me
No hesitations, not even a second
Cutting is your job, don't be afraid, growing is my thing If you don't cut and start protesting, you'll end up in the garage, started rusting It is I, different from others, once black then gray, at last death

I started falling down to the ground, right after I could hear your iron hands
I just understood what them cell mates were saying, the responsibility coming with freedom, now that there's no use for praying

Down there, with the rest of fellow hair, I was rotting older, could see nobody, no one even cried, that stupid white lie
My hands held above, covering my head, hiding in my stronghold, never feeling bold
Just a simple lie, it all was a dream, there were no defenders, no one saving me
It all made sense, now that I could see, please let us live! Please let us age, become weak and gray, at least we can be
But there was one other way, falling to the ground, its just beginning of freedom, that's it, I'll get rid of this root, I will set me free

I'm just a strand of hair, filled with falling morphine, future is coming, tonight I'll be free
Threw my clothes away, facing to the ground, accepting destiny
Your a lonely Scissor, tired of cutting me

You and I both, chained in our Dungeons
Cut and guarantee my life, somehow that's true, I get to grow back and see myself on you
But there's a second option, close my eyes and fall, freedom's price, now its know its why
Dangerous I know, hands of cruel wind, though I'm not scared, now that I'm sure, I'll be living free

Oh, my beloved, our paths never cross, we're "natured" different, don't you ever worry, You can have my word, I'll save this picture, we'll meet again, location agreed?
Some place there's no nature, indeed...


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tazz317tazz317about 7 years ago
WHY IS THE FALL ALWAYS MAJOR

with the aftermath only committed, TK U MLJ LV NV

AnonymousAnonymousabout 7 years ago
Just perfect!

So deep and meaningful, the rhymes where also great! Loved it (:

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