There's too many people here The lights are all stinging my eyes... Ask the barkeep for another round... Rest my head on the bar and cry Because there's no way out And it's a long way home Don't know what brought me out But I'd rather be here, I know And I'm so cold inside Like ice waiting to break Don't know how much more of this That I can possibly take The people crowding in Smell of cigarettes and beer They've no idea where they're going Like me, they're all stuck right here Because there's only one way out And home is just too damn far Besides there's nothing there now Just an empty house, empty heart So I'll stay a little while Ignore the stinging in my eyes Ask the barkeep for just one more round... Rest my head on the bar...and cry
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Reviewed by Amira van Kerk (Reader)
Reviewed on January 18, 2006
Can relate to this one very well. Any place is better than a cold and empty home with memories haunting you.
Perfect one.
Amira
Hey, please be okay. BTW, you never told me how you hated the song I did for you (the recording) - I know it was bad, but I didn't know it was THAT bad... I am NOT a singer - I keep telling people that; and my rendition/rendering of your song was probably nowhere near what you would have liked or wanted, right? Also BTW I, too, have had many nights just like what you describe. -- Jeff
Oh young Danielle, I hope with all my heart that this is not a present mind and heart state for I ache just thinking you could feel this way. You are such a beautiful, talented artist with so much going on for you that I cannot bear the thought of those tears of yours staining an empty bar top. Big Pops hug.
Felix
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 11, 2006
Whoa! You and I seem to be on the same wavelength, because the poem I just posted runs along the same lines. Good poem. Have a great day.
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Perfect one.
Amira
Hope this is only fiction!!
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