Haunted by the bells and whistles,
Each sound stinging me, like thistles.
Reminders of what happened back then.
I wish I had the chance to do it again.
If only the situation could have been changed.
Maybe then I wouldn't be estranged.
But bells and whistles won't help me now,
But still they haunt me because its all I'll allow.
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
#youngwritersemotion The thick lenses in specks, They may smash, but what the heck. The clattering of milk bottles from the white van, Delivered by the milk bottle man.
Once there was a Summertide that seemed to last forever. It stretched into eternity, ending never. How I miss those far-flung days when friends were always at my side.
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