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UNSIGNED AND UNSUNG
There's a song I wrote, sittin' on the shelf,
might seem me, might seem somebody else,
but I wrote it when...I was feelin' all rung
and it sits on the shelf...
unsigned...and unsung.
Abstract was the potion...plastered was the prayer..
headrush was the fever...was there something there to share?
Misspent was the passion...while the fashions were full-blown...
deceptive now the motives...are we only all alone?
Ya found me here in waiting...with new starlight in my eyes.
You found me here in fading...with the smoke rings on the rise.
Confronting all the wonders...with my markers runnin' dry.
You told me it was nothing...all we claim will only die.
There's a song I wrote, sittin' on the shelf,
might seem me, might seem somebody else,
but I wrote it when...I was feelin' all rung
and it sits on the shelf...
unsigned...and unsung.
I also liked the title. It made me think of so many really good pieces of poetry simply signed Auhtor Unknown.
Blessings
Lesa
ok I love the tittled!
and the song/poem
I like the way it flows, like it rolls right off the tounge.
fav bit
"Ya found me here in waiting...with new starlight in my eyes.
You found me here in fading...with the smoke rings on the rise."
I also love how you end it how it started, I do that alot too, I think it kinda makes things hit harder soemtimes
much love
ash
Much Love
Ashley