The calm after the storm
A false sense of the norm
Tension still lingers in the air
Time to play nice and fair
No more silly mind games
Moving forward in small frames
A time for reflection
A time for correction
No going back now
No trying again we vow
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30 something,Staffordshire, England, never judge a cover by its book.
For each foretold mystery. The card of shame I hold. Tis now I realise peace and tranquility. Is blind to those who lies are told. You are the sweetness of peace. The ever bloom of a mystic flower.
I'd like to think I'm nice,. People have said so once or twice,. I'd like to think I'm fair,. What I have to offer I'm happy to share,. I'd like to think I'm honest and true,.
If I could be different, Would I choose to be the same. To keep my life, my memories, My dreams, my soul, my name, Is different really all that great. Is sameness any good.
Sometimes I find myself asking, "am I really different in a special way?" This question came up again today. I'm not really all that special, I don't have very good talents.
Hello again, and today is Friday, January 4, 2012. Be yourself. Those two words carry a weight comparable to that of Atlas'.
You want to run away. Get away. From all that's dying. Gone and grey. Get away so my heart. Once plump and full. Beating like it knew. Can become brand new. So I can wish and dream.
I know that we have been through some hard times, you have always been there at the end of the phone, I know you are there, and I can talk to you, Then I know I can cope, and know I’m not alone.
We like to pretend that high heels don’t hurt our feet, and that we always look as good as we do when we’re wearing make-up and our prettiest clothes.
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