a new lullaby

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depressing, maybe. . .

a new lullaby

"hush, love, it'll be alright,
the pain is gone, now sleep tonight
not coming back, but no one does
when the love life ends your soul

your heart may break and leave you blind
and the cold wind passes through your mind
when you hear her name, you pour a drink
when the love life ends your soul

the pain is rough, you'll bleed a ton
and the girl you thought would be the one
will only show up in your dreams
when the love life ends your soul

now rest a bit, i'm almost gone
i won't be here to see the dawn
pour some more, my throats gone dry
cause the love life ends your soul

you held my hands, and now they're cold
you were the only girl i'd hold
but now your gone, another shot,
the love life ends your soul

i never thought we'd be apart
i always thought i held your heart
but he came by, swept you away
the love life ends your soul

i sit and look at memories
our first kiss was below the trees
life was perfect, i had you,
the love life kills your soul

another one, we were in lovene,
and starlight shone down from above
and i could see your shining eyes
the love life kills your soul

now we were driving in the car,
i saw the edge, but it was far
i never thought it'd come so fast
the love life kills your soul

but death appeared and took your hand
and stole you before i could stand
i watched you while my vision died
the love life kills your soul

it's funny, drinking took your life,
just off the cliffs of interstate five
but here i am, shot after shot
the love life kills your soul

i'm out of blood, but not of booze
my life's the last thing that i'll lose,
i'll live no more without you here,
the love life kills your soul

so hush a little longer, dear,
i'll hold your lifeless body near
because i'll be there soon enough,
the love life kills your soul"

i found this written on a note,
the man who wrote it slit his throat
cause love was all he could live for. . .
the love life kills your soul. . .

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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