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Category: Writing and Poetry
Between Love and Hate
On this thin line, on this thin line of mine I'm on this thin line, on this thin line of mine
The angel wore her white- a blouse on which she bled- as unrequited feelings paved the road we tread I walked upon a line as angelically I'm led Only part of me's alive while most of me is dead on this thin line, on this thin line of mine
She showed me many things though both of us were blind You've gotta stop looking if you wanna see sometimes While all amidst the rain, the sun's still in the sky with blackened clouds beside all the shades of blue And all amidst the pain, there's still a feeling deep inside All that shines in me are all the shades of you on this thin line, on this thin line of mine
I asked her why she bled for nothing had she said I waited longer but she spoke the same She showed me- as she led- the dawn at dusk in red I didn't know whether it was the morning dew or if it were the evening rain on this thin line, on this thin line of mine
And I'm often thoughted well, but I can never tell if it has or if it hasn't been this way forever And I can't even tell if it's heaven or it's hell as I see seraphs and junkies shooting up together But I guess they'll do anything to leave reality especially if this is the reality they see And here you need drugs more than ever on this thin line, on this thin line of mine
At times we'd walk, at times we'd fall but she held me through it all Except the times we held the line just to stay alive Risen slow, the fall we'd know would be more than just a dive But for all we know, letting go would help us stay alive It's hard to live and hard to love It's hard to just survive on this thin line, on this thin line of mine
I saw it her- the one I loved, the one hated so Through all that I'd forgotten, love's blinded eyes I'd know I guess I just stopped looking somewhere down the road I was never afraid to die I was just afraid to live alone on this thin line, on this thin line of mine
The angel wore a broken wing- laughing as she cried It's funny how you live for love to only let it die We saw the sunrise setting in the corner of the sky A clouded storm approaching with the sun in both our eyes on this thin line, on this thin line of mine
She mouthed her last "I love you" and refused to catch my hand If it were sixteen years ago, I'd somewhat understand But I just thought of freedom and the shackled pain it brings I'm imprisoned either way but freedom's everything on this thin line, on this thin line of mine
12:47 PM
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