then gone
I touch my head
massage the memories in
they can wait in their little rooms
till called
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then gone
I touch my head
massage the memories in
they can wait in their little rooms
till called
till called
pin drop silence
when called all you hear is
an echo of your own voice lost
in space.
in space
infinite stars
gas clouds and distant worlds
the vast universe spans above
our earth
our earth
bright clear blue sky
green grass covers the hills
a busy world where people should
calm down
calm down,
breathe quietly
child, nothing can touch you
while I am by your bedside. Come,
sleep now
sleep now
the sleep of the
frustrated soul, obsessed
by dreams of sordid details of
ruin
ruin
not your life in
idle pursuits of hate
learn to love the one who hates you
That's life!
Thats life
looking at me
straight in the eyes. I have
left a world for a love, and then
lived one.
lived one
fairy in a
remote village all green
spent all her time dreaming for love
true love
True love.
Reflection in
an aged bottle of wine.
Sorry apology attempt
in ink.
in ink
i wrote of love.
it did not keep you here.
wiser, perhaps, to have written
in blood.
in blood
the history
of conflict is written
and the heritage of bonding
is drawn
is drawn
from the scabbard
the sword ready to fight
defending the peoples right to
freedom
is drawn
her face saddened
wondering at her choice
the wind blows chill, stirs her, giving
her hope
ooops, looks like you beat me to it, sorry...
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Originally Posted by sprinks