roman radman

the anger in one
is thanks to us all
hits you and kicks you
before it makes you fall
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I wish i could explain how i feel, with a pencil
I wish i could tell people the truth with a sip of coffee
I wish i could honestly say that i am alright
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The candle that wont light
The cat that cant pur
The coffee that is not hot
And
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Lets leave
Paris
Moscow
Pskov
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Impersanating a man with love

I didnt purchase your heart
i simply rented it
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It rained the night before.
Father and son are walking slowly down the wet soggy pavement on a road that is better off alone. Father turn his head to the short left.
“Do you love me son? ” The father has been questioning this for some time now. Every night he walks down to the kitchen with plate filled with residue from the ham his wife made. Sits after he washes the dish and talks to himself. What happened to my life?
The son opened his eyes a little more than they already did. His mouth was dry even after the beer he had just drank alone. It was as if someone had taken a knife and carved around his lungs because when he opened his mouth to whisper his answer, nothing came out.
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Desire
By Roman Radman 11-14
So he decided that he would take a stroll down the avenue only that he had no intention to follow the girl. It turned out that he was actually stalking her. With every step of her heels he would follow united with her rhythm. Hands in the pocket of his women blazer and his medium length hair he stared only at the womens shoes. The young boy was hoping that she might look behind and concentrate on his fearsome, lonesome, anxious brown eyes. Sorrow approached the kid and he decided that he was never going to hold the palm of an older one.
“Why does desire fail me? ” whispered out of his mouth. He realized that his vocals were expelling sounds that the lady could import inside her ears.
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Do to the lyrics
And the age of fear

Come the light
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The fun i had
The joy i shared
The girl i loved
I always cared
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What am i doing here?
Why am i lingering in this house of hate?
Im just a Lonely Black Cat.
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What is here

What is gone
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Its late morning
The blinds were covering the rays of dreams
An old man with a wrinkled heart
Lying on a cloud
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the cold and dark night
leads a man to stroll down a street
there are rows of dead trees surrounding him
though it is spring
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the clock sleeps
time stops

i am the one they call different
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