Listening to a dance song
Can’t see what’s so wrong
With this world of ours.
Stare up at the stars
Letting go
And I know
It’s reality slipping away
Happy my way
Living with nothing real
A good ideal
Earth was too sad anyway
I don’t even want to stay
I can laugh again
I can find no pain
In the music
Submitted: May 24, 2008
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i agree with FP, this is surely like a song...beautiful and rhythmic....
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Thanx! :)
Tue, July 15th, 2008 8:00pmFacebook Comments
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Flying Piggy
You know you can make this a rap song because . . . I don't know. It's easy to say it like a rap song. Good poem!
Thu, July 10th, 2008 4:08pmAuthor
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Thank u, i think.
Fri, July 11th, 2008 5:25pm