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Lies

by Chevy


For a season I live by the lie we call love—
A temporary insanity I held onto
Yet I knew nothing would last forever.
I don’t have time to waste time on it anymore.
My guitar is more important.

I wore a wooden cross on my *right* earring
Hoping it would bring me luck—or something like that.
Though objects can change nothing

I took my guitar with me everywhere.
Playing as often as I took a breath.
Getting some attention might do me some justice.
But I stopped when I learned
Everyone was walking away

And I lie to everyone
Telling them everything is wrong.


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Wed May 11, 2005 3:03 pm
Kay Kay says...



Oh don't say that. At least you can write poems...when it comes to poetry, I suck.




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Wed May 11, 2005 1:43 pm
Chevy says...



Yeah. I realized that after I wrote it. But I don't know where or what to add! Agh! I'm so pitiful.




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Wed May 11, 2005 5:30 am
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It's interesting, but you don't describe your story enough. No, I don't mean using pretentious words *shudders* but I read this poem and I wonder, "Huh?" Now, of course, this may be because I'm a little bit obtuse when it comes down to poetry, but it seems l9ike you can expand more on this poem and make it sound better.




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Wed May 11, 2005 4:07 am
Chevy says...



That was a very helpful comment, Brad.




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Mon May 09, 2005 6:37 pm
Incandescence says...



I've long suspected guitarists are liars...





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