The Arsonist

Status: Finished

The Arsonist

Status: Finished

The Arsonist The Arsonist

Poem by: American Roulette

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Genre: Poetry

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A Song

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Submitted: November 05, 2012

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Submitted: November 05, 2012

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The night’s edge,

Like razor blades,

Cut through the skin,

Of a love born thin,

On my part,

Your love was kind,

You gave a gift,

To an arsonist

 

I swore this life came down,

To an empty bottle,

And an open mouth,

Full of lies and deceit,

Now I’m struggling,

To find my feet,

 

Cause I’m out of her sight,

So I’m out of my mind,

I never meant a thing,

When I robbed you blind,

Of the freedom you held,

Or  the love you could find,

While I was killing myself,

I didn’t know you were dying

 

On every Avenue,

What can I say,?

On every Avenue,

I see your face,

Because it’s hard,

Yeah its hard,

To be alone,

Or on your own

 

 

 

 

 


© Copyright 2016 American Roulette. All rights reserved.

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