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My heart was true,
So true, but now it's blue.
You left
Without a saying word.
It beats
All I ever heard.
You treated
Me like a clown.
Now, your gone.
So, you're gone for good.
Don't even think
About comin' back around.
No.
No. No, oh!
Don't even think
About comin' back around.

My fate was cruel,
So cruel, cause I loved you.
You lied,
When you said you'd stay.
I cried,
When you went away.
Must-a took me
For a fool.
But, you're wrong.
Yes, you're gone for good.
Don't even think
About comin' back around.
No.
No. No-oh!
Don't even think
About comin' back around.

If your thinking bout coming my way,
You'd better think again
Cause once love has strayed,
There's no way to rebuilt the past
From your wreck of lies.
I see the truth, at last.

Oh, you took me
For some kind of fool,
But, you're wrong.
Yes, you're gone for good.
Don't even think
About comin' back around.
No.
No, No-oh!
Don't even think
About comin' back around.
I wrote this one two nights ago. Mid tempo, mostly in open A and D chords.
Peace & love I have to find
The probability is Israel valentines
with Palestine
I clarify through wraps of mine
A mummy tapped into his passive eye
when Sam had poisoned tap water
to pacify
Without a voice to ratify
Decalcify, buy back your mind
Business casual grab a tie
Blue collar crime gets past to slide
But just because I'm black I die
You're a human, I'm a human
Really we should have a tie
Grew up proper, finished college
Cop still popped it, **** I tried
 Dec 2015 Joseph Paris
Ellie Wolf
I run
And I scatter
No use trying to find yourself through mindless chatter
And while I’d like to think
That my friends and I matter
It’s all just nonsense
Because in reality
We’re all just concepts
Running about
Talking aloud
Just a mindless crowd
That lives its life without any consolation
Or any form of self-expression
For our aggression
Or the things we cannot suppress
Middle of the Night Emotional Meltdown
Sitting next to me
Licking up tears among fur.
Well, she is a cat.
 Dec 2015 Joseph Paris
Parker
The bubbles are gone.
The water is cold,
But I still can't bring myself to face the world.
s.s.
I have a story to tell.
A story you already knew so well.
But this won’t begin
With your typical “Once upon a time”.
I have a story to tell
A story you want to hear on your bedtime.
This is a piece of letter
Of hearts and roses
From a simple girl
Who wrote on a piece of a timeworn paper
Her dreams and wishes;
Of burns and ashes.
And it goes like this…

“Tonight, I’m sipping wine. And I pray and I wish that you are fine. That you can surpass everything life throws at you. Because I know, you are good at catching things.

And putting myself at the edge of the hill, with nothing to hold but the thin air, and jumping off of the cliff would be worth the fall, if I see you there under, waiting. You were there. Not minding what it would cost you catching me.
        
Those to you, bruises and wounds are what but nothing. Because I know, you are a fighter, a catcher. And you are good at catching.

         And if in the end, we see ourselves barely breathing, consuming one another, wearing those painful marks of risking it all, why not spend the rest of our lives healing all those scratches, tattered fleshes, and broken bones.

         Then, we’ll look back. We’ll speak to one another without hushing any piece of word. We’ll voice with nothing but smiles and stares that we made it. That we exceed boundaries of almost, and that we finally brought all the pillars, all the columns, and all the walls down. We cut that paper thin and fine lines of hopelessly dreaming and living the reality, of what is real. Together, we explored and unlocked the unimaginable door ways to our infinities and galaxies, and universe and ultimate. We are our own universe. We have discovered the ultimate.

         These are the prize of trying and fighting and catching and winning. That fear is what but nothing.
And you are synonymous to everything.”


This is the story I want to tell.
A story you already knew so well.
And the only lesson, my friend
That this scene of standing, and holding,
And jumping, and catching, and living
Is not the movie’s ****** 30-minutes away down to the end,
But only the beginning of a well-written story of characters
Of perfect blends.
This is the plot of betting it all.
This is the story of The Greatest Fall.


WNG
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10:00pm
 Dec 2015 Joseph Paris
D
You soothe the chaotic confusion that is my soul
I'm like a crazed chameleon, colors out of control
On my own I can't recall if I was truly black or white
But by your light I am calm, content with no fright

I see myself as I should be, beautiful, if I could be
You're the only one to trust to tell me the truth
And with your hand in mine, I strip all color from my skin
No need of pretenses when you know me from out and within
Fuckkkkkk **** **** wish I could be normal but you know everyone is ****** up in some sort of way, this is mine, fuuuuuuuckkkk
I don't remember
I don't remembe
I don't rememb
I don't remem
I don't reme
I don't rem
I don't re
I don't r
I don't
I don
I do
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