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Canít You Tell It's Not Just My Radar Thatís Broken? by 'The Gurl of Myth' Rebecca C. Lofgren

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Canít You Tell Itís Not Just My Radar Thatís Broken?
By: 'The Gurl of Myth' Rebecca C. Lofgren


Sing me your song of sweet comfort and bliss,
Of hope, love, faith, and life.

I'll recite to you my tale of sweet loneliness and sadness,
Of despair, hate, complicated situations, and broken promises.

Take my hand and lead me down your path,
So that I may see things from your point of view.

I don't want to hurt you, so I won't let you bare witness to mine.

I'll ask you this only as a favor;
Could you lay your head to my heart to see if it still beats?

You so perfect, unflawed, and wonderful,
Me so messy, awkward, and irregular.

You got it; you won this race, so please leave me to cry alone.

Release my hand so you won't turn to shit,
Capture your love for me and kill it.

Send me home, don't dare let me stay,
This will undoubtedly be the ruining of you; I promise.

As my love slowly poisons your soul,
I will choke on my guilt and die.

And I will surely end up singing this sad song,
Of a burning love and undying regret.


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RCL unveils yet another talent, as she brings forth her brand of mystical and surreal poems.
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