Topic: First Love
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Wed 08/25/10 12:01 PM
" First Love "

I met you, when you were five,
We went to school, like Man and Wife,
Those little school shoes, and ankle socks,
Looked better on you, than on me.

I'd sit next to you, in class,
And you would help me, with my maths,
We'd share our sweets, and apples too,
And we would hold hands, after school.

I always wanted, to give you a kiss,
But I didn't know, how to, do it,
I wanted to marry you, right away,
But your Mummy and Daddy, wouldn't let me.

The time passed by, the birthdays too,
I'd always make, a little card for you,
The house we'd have, was crayoned on the front,
And you would draw the garden, on the back.

My last memory of you, is an unhappy one,
You smiled and ran away, and then, you were gone,
You would still be, with me now,
If you hadn't crossed the road, when you did.

I've reached the age, of twenty-five,
And in my heart, you're still alive,
I'll never forget, when you were eight,
The age you were taken, from me.

Like a pilgrim, each year, on that day,
I stare at the road, on which, you lay,
And I hold every car, to blame,
For taking,.. my friend,.. away.

FinalScene.

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Wed 08/25/10 12:30 PM
Fighting,

Waiting,

Losing,

Drowning,

Wallow,

Despair,

Cry,

Laugh.

So many things i can add to my chart of life,

And so many things that cause me strife,

Sitting here writing so many deep songs,

Making people say," Dig that cat he's real gone."

Wrapped in a shroud of lyric and prose,

rockin and croanin, tears goin down my nose,

Im just a man in this human race,

But ill walk with a shinin smile on my face,

They say the wise man does not push no rake,

The wisest one has made the most mistakes,

Let me learn from my time on this earth,

Let me learn before im down in the dirt,

Just want to be myself,

No not nobody else,

Just love and be loved,

Nobody push nobody shove,

The sun is shinin

The leaves are green,

Feet got the street is crackin,

But i havent lost my sheen.

Comon dance!

Comon sing,

Comon play,

Comon swing,

Im not afraid,

Not anymore,

To be the one hurt,

Or to taste the floor,

But im happy!!

Do you know why,

Cause thanks to you baybe,

Now im wise.

-Markeivan

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Wed 08/25/10 12:39 PM
yes some of the grammar may seem a bit off, but when i sing, i sing with a new orleans twang so just imagine an old man playing the blues and the lyrics make alot more sense lmao