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I'm not sure how I got here. I'm not sure which way I went. Did I take a wrong turning. Descending not assent. I saw the signpost. "Eternal love" pointing this way. Walked under a million stars.
A wisp of life, But not quite dead, No giggles of joy, No tears to be shed. A silent girl, Reserved and shy, She's had her chance, She doesn't want to die.
The rain was patting against the car. My leg was resting against the door. The rain was soothing and was whispering hello. The only thing in my head was no. Feeling like an idiot.
Here comes the rain, Dripping through the trees, Here comes the rain, Soaking you and me.
What sad symposiums these walls echo. Fleeting glimpses of times gone by, Of shadows hinted at in half-seen meetings... And what ovated orchestras these columns whisper.
There was once a clockwork army man His heart was rusted round the edge. He watched his brother, Tin Soldier, burn As he sat upon the window ledge.
Njuter av mörkret, en dimma som sakta lägger sig När mörkret är här så ser jag dig Dina konturer, som en skugga i mörkret.
Come lay your weary head, little one. I know a long time you've been around. You must be very tired and weak. After the world has beat you down. You feel hopeless, helpless. Like nobody cares.
In the middle of the lonesome night she was stood outside; underneath the cryptic night sky.
A single raindrop slivers down my breezy window. The clouds are mottled with patches of grey and black. Thunder rumbles in the distance, too far for lightning to be seen.
The sun is starting to come down, tilting down into the lake, leaving a collage of peach, red and purple streaks across the sky. I admire it, and force myself to smile.
So today I left the house I lived in for years. After weeks of packing and sweeping the days are finally up. I took a turn around the empty rooms and felt the years lift away.
Occasionally I dream of that perfect night... Of you brandishing that bottle of complimentary champagne...
#household In the corner of my bedroom, Sits a figure of a rabbit, Staring out with GLASSy eyes, As became its habit.
*this is one of my older opuses. Decided to use it* #household Moonlight reflects, My greatest respects, This distant place, Gives me such a distaste, Sparks shower, This is the glass hour.
I don't want to leave my bed, It's warmth and comfort, it's soft safety, A place where I can dream of you and me, Play out scenarios I know Will never come to be.
They say the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain. But the rain Round here falls mainly on my brain. Soaking through my head saddening my mind. Back in the house,heating on,close the blind.
A figure stood,. Alone on the beach,. Black jeans, black hood,. A thin pale hand reached,. Out to grey churning waves,. In the late dusk's misty haze,. Longing for a love lost in the past,.
Shadows long, Light fading, All alone, Mournful song. Silence falling, Candle flickering, Tired eyes, Birds calling. Worked late, Sleepy body, Tired mind, There till eight.
I live in shadows and I, Cant hardly breathe cos, That weight of history is, Killing me I've been living my life, Vicariously through older men.
Something's not right. Something's a miss. It's just like. Someone's taking the piss. Can't put my finger on it. But it seems to have lost its shine. Just doesn't feel the same.
I close my eyes and I am young again, innocent and eager. Nothing but a meek girl seeking her place amidst a cruel and sinful world.
It's one of those sorts of days. When the grey seems to leak around. Making everything seem gloomy, Making me want to frown. Its not like I'm one for sun. But these days just seem too drag...
The clouds roll in and mass together, Covering up the beautiful blue, The sky turns grey and dull as a result, And all I can think of is you.