Life aint no fairy tale

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Life aint no fairy tale

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Life aint no fairy tale

Poem by: hotmilk

Genre: Poetry

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Poem by: hotmilk

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Genre: Poetry

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Summary

I'm not really sure whether this is a poem or lyrics. I haven't created a solid tune for it yet but I'm working on it and its starting to sound alright. I've been writing poetry for years but this is the first time I've posted it out there, so even if they're brutal please comment; someone needs to teach me.

Summary

I'm not really sure whether this is a poem or lyrics. I haven't created a solid tune for it yet but I'm working on it and its starting to sound alright. I've been writing poetry for years but this is the first time I've posted it out there, so even if they're brutal please comment; someone needs to teach me.

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Submitted: February 27, 2013

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Submitted: February 27, 2013

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You have no idea what its like,

looking from the inside out.

No shoulder to cry on,

no body to lie on.

Just full of the feeling that your dieing.

 

 

No hope, no love, no glory

no knight to ride to your side,

No body to kiss away,

the tears that you've cried. 

 

 

Alone in a dark cruel world

with only the wind to drag you on.

Going on with a mondain life,

trying to hide the pain in your eyes.

 

No hope, no love, no glory

no knight to ride to your side,

no body to kiss away the tears that you've cried.

 

You talk about happieness

like it's a joke. 

But not one you'd ever understand.

In a drunken haze

you grab somebodies hand,

but they leave you.

Your life is no longer a metaphor,

for being left alone in the dark 

 

No hope, no love, no glory

no knight to ride to your side,

No body to kiss away the tears that you've cried.

 

 

You carry on through the wind and rain, 

trying to find peace.

But it's to dark and cruel out there.

They'll never understand,

even the ones close to you don't lift a hand,

as they watch you pick,

the shards of your heart

from off the ground and try,

to re-esemble them the best way,

you know how.

 

No hope, no love, no glory 

no knight to ride to your side.

No body to kiss away the tears that you cry.


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