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Paint Them Black

Frank Solanki

Now my heart doesn’t feel so weak
Now my head doesn’t feel so wrong
Ever since you’ve left me
Baby I’ve been moving along
Making new friends
Meeting old friends
Now no ends
To my plans
You know how much I loved you
But you didn’t know how to love me back
Well now I’ve had it with you
Take the photos and paint them black

Little things you did to me
Little things that put me off
Now I know I feel so free
Baby I’ve just had enough
Writing new songs
Hearing old songs
There’s no wrong
With this song
You know that my love was true
But you didn’t know how to love me back
Now I know just what to do
Take those memories and paint them black

Now my heart doesn’t think about you
My head needs to show no care
Girl to…

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About Ola El-Wassify (47 Articles)
A word-nerd hearted person who is madly in love with English linguistics, literature, psychology, and cycling. Was raised in Cairo, physically speaking, but her heart belongs to different countries and cultures. Addicted to various kinds of music, such as Jazz, Pop, Metal, Rock, Country, Ray and Nubian music. Her soul is intertwined with dancing, Sufism, and typewriters. Writing is her passion! Poetry is her favorite, yet she gets absorbed into short-stories and novels as well. She believes we are all the sum of the books we read, the movies we watch, and the music we listen to, and that is why she loves writing. When you write and someone loves your words, you become an essential part of their memories.

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