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Monday, October 24, 2005

Genuine Kind

I'm not in love,
It's only a game,
I fuck like a star,
And I scream out your name.

But it's not like it's real,
I'm not hoping to fall,
When the morning returns,
It is nothing at all.

To walk right away,
And say my goodbyes,
To watch you with tears,
In those downtrodden eyes.

And I'm not filled with hate,
Or with mean spirit, no,
I just know what's real,
And what is for show.

So if I am blunt,
And way out of line,
It's cause I've learned hurt,
Increases with the time.

It takes to be real,
And not just a mask,
So saying I'll call you,
Is too much to ask.

This life is more lies,
Said to defer pain,
Until we can't see it,
Like tears in the rain.

And I'm not willing,
To lie anymore,
If I say it I mean it,
So you can be sure.

That my feelings are true,
No matter their sort,
I've no time to waste,
This life is so short.

Said the man who's not me,
Who I'd love to find,
One who's real as he is tall,
Who's genuine kind.

See, kind is not nice,
Kindness is true,
And someday I want,
To be kind to you.

4 Comments:

At 4:27 PM, October 24, 2005, Blogger elizabeth said...

i feel bad because i don't know who you are.. dave? simon? no..
anyway.. you should read the lyrics too "Break your Heart" by Barenaked Ladies..

 
At 10:33 PM, October 24, 2005, Blogger elizabeth said...

i want to be, but simon has apparently cut me off.

by the way shannon.. i love your stuff. some day i'll talk to you about it. in ACTUAL speaking.. not typing on here.

 
At 4:23 PM, October 25, 2005, Blogger simon said...

I sent it, liz04@thehottestofmail am i right?

 
At 11:03 PM, November 03, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow.

 

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