"My heart is like everyone else's heart, it's been through a lot. Every year or two it skips a few beats and scares me, reminding me that I wont be here forever. I miss people, I love people, I hate people...I hope they all will forgive me."
Slippery Slope:
hang on the slippery slope
your sliding down into your lust for pain
not again
railroads from here to there
bring lost and stolen hearts here for the mend
a tragic end
and when you wake he's gone
so much for the nice love song
love has always been a bit of pain
he held her and she believed
and fell asleep for the first time content
and off he went
down goes the slippery slope
when she awoke, oh what a joke its gone
her brand new heart
tossed up with the rest
he left his by the bed
love has always been a little game
your wasting time again
its not the only way to get to the park
don't go after dark
"Slippery Slope" was a poem I wrote when I was 19. It was realized 10 years later as a song for the Wicked Hemlocks
-Ned Shatzer, NYC
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