thewarbetweenthesheepandtheflower (original)

the war between the sheep and the flower
by: SP3

The hole in the wall is bleeding
While my knuckles are still screaming
From the frustration choking me
My eyes are still stinging
And my ears wont stop ringing
Since I heard these words
Only time could tell if it all went to hell
It's obvious now.

This engine is blown
But we've gotta fly now
In a distant dream
Her beauty devoured while I sleep
Every second I've wasted
Is another eternity

Unique, yet so naive
This cold current brings a fatal disease
She screams for solid walls she begs and pleads
To preserve the gift she shouldn't keep (to herself.)

For this pain I bring a simple cure,
To remedy this cold with my warmth
But my words are welcomed like a thief
In the night they'll steal
The thorn that tears the hand that feels.

Unique, yet so naive
This cold current brings a fatal disease
She screams for solid walls she begs and pleads
To preserve the gift she shouldn't keep (to herself.)

I'm done trying to be what you need
I fall short time and time again
Im only advertising what I'll give
And you can have my heart this time

(Unless this sheep has done the crime
Then tears will fall from the sky)

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The Season (original)

The Season
By:SP3

As they drove that night,
In his car,
She put on a song,
That stole his heart.
She had him believing,
It's not that far,
It could work,
Even though they're apart.
Summer it came and went,
She packed up and left,
They kissed goodbye,
But this time was different.

It started out wrong,
Too much change, shes lost,
Desperate nights and unending calls,
That changed late in the fall.
Now his phone rarely rings,
And her efforts not there,
His mind starts to question if she really cares,
Pulling him close she whispered into his ear,
I love you but, I'm sorry.

And she stays up late,
With her new friends,
Playing mindless games,
With heartless ends.
He stays up late,
Bearing bleeding pens,
Scribbing endless lines,
Spilling from his chest.

When the night is through,
She'll stumble to her room,
And opened the package,
From this guy she new.
Maybe she'll wonder just how it took,
For him to write such a catchy hook,
With hopes that old times might make her laugh,
But her insides have numbed to the past.
His last plea,
From a desperate heart,
The hopes of making a new start,
Ended in silence and a wasted note,
The answer, She never wrote.

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I Never Said I'd Forget (original)

I NEVER SAID I'D FORGET
for: EJ by SP3

Your tears they fall like bullets screaming from the heavens,
And tear through every inch of my heart.
But baby I won't lead you on,
Not one more step,
The fine line between right and wrong

(Chorus)
You spoke of trust but neglect to mention,
Your night of lust.
A mistake that won't be easily forgotten.
Well I,
Hid my eyes, Swallowed my pride, But choked on your deceit.
This time you've gone too far.

Fate dealt this blow,
Delivered by your lips,
When they were locked with his,
Betrayal by a kiss (How Ironic)!
Well lets pit what I know against what I feel,
And see who wins.
My broken heart will tip the scales (Against your favor)!

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
Maybe one day I will look you in the eye and tell you exactly what you did to me,
But for now just go on with your life cuz I've set myself free.

Oh baby I never said I would forget,
All the times I held you close.
This love I would never regret.
I look in your eyes and break, cause you lied.
Trust is something so crucial yet destroyed,

Much love my dear, we're a distant memory.
Much love my dear, we're a distant memory.

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Act 1, Scene 1 (original)

Act I Scene I
  For: EJ by SP3

Shakespeare's hands never failed,
To write the greatest of tragedies
Still today, pain prevails,
As we yearn to mend our broken hearts.

Two star crossed lovers died to save,
A love that was true.
I pray that I don't miss my cue,
To lay next to them with you.

These circles that we chose to run,
Are filled with lust, lies and deceit.
And will end with,
Tainted memories.

Our dialogue turns to monologues,
But I'll spit my lines with passion.
Only lacking heart.

And worry how you'll twist the words,
From my last confession.
But this show goes on.
So wish me luck,
And I will trust that one day my driver
Will bring me to your arms,
And take us safely home.

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