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Clark McKinney
02:24
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How absurd you are to think so unfairly.
It’s your natural way, I know.
The shallow waves will not allow it,
and neither will the sea.
I find your words too artificial to believe.
And though you told me that you loved me,
I swear I’m hurt, too.
This is not some inspiring way to say how
fond you are of me.
And in this spiteful moment, I side aside my
love for you.
A mile of warmth on the edge of the sea
has left the room cold-heartedly
and soaring after every motion,
I heard a swift ‘goodbye’.
(Who said this life would be so homely?)
And were they in their right mind?
I called down the waters
that lead me straight into the blind.
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I've been writing you for days
I've been away, and I saw the world.
Not all in color, but it's coming together now.
I never had the chance to find my purpose,
to find to a life worth living
and I know that sounds stupid
but there's so much more I could do
without you.
We've had great times and I
don't want us to be on bad terms.
I'm just too young
and I know that sounds childish
but I don't want to miss out on
the best times of my life.
Some moments are better seen
in an old photograph.
Sitting on a shelf
collecting dust,
remaining the same,
never changing.
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3. |
Long Lost Safe
01:44
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It was such a sight to see
when we opened that safe to find
thousands of dollars he left behind.
And the family always preached of being poor.
But it wasn't long after that
(I stopped believing)
anything they said.
(In hopes that it would)
all be a joke.
We'd laugh it off someday.
We have nothing more than an old coin collection
appraised for a few thousand dollars.
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4. |
5:30 AM, May 4th
02:18
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I was barely ten years old
early in the month of May
and I remember the things they used to say
(used to say)
and how it's never been the same
since he passed away.
it's never been the same.
Few stand strong
for so many years.
There we saw the foundation
of a well lived man.
Deserving of so much more, but very little was given.
The passing of a man whose heart was right;
And all the people cursed his name.
They buried him beside the highway
in that old cemetery near the tracks.
And I still look that way
when I drive by.
Sometimes I stop and pray
to a God that I hope knows my name.
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