Kasmir Hird - C'mon

Bleeding from felt pens
Our minds drawn to innocence
Angst grows, as does the allure
But torn up and twisted
I must've missed it
It all folds in with your origami words.
C'mon
C'mon
Don't shoot the writer; keep me in mind
C'mon
And to gorgeous and pretty
Phrases that kiss me
I reply in favorite clumsy rhymes
Like "Love is the greatest
But Love's knife is famous
And stabs at you with calligraphy lines"
C'mon
C'mon
Don't shoot the writer; keep me in mind
C'mon
But love... love's never worked for me
As I stare alone at my silver screen
But still I'd... I'd trade it all
I'd trade it all for just one more chance
C'mon
C'mon
Don't shoot the writer; keep me in mind
C'mon

Written by:
Krystien Hird

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