Where am I,
With ceilings so high
Chandeliers fall from the sky
Where am I,
With the windows so big,
That the whole word can see me jig
Where am I,
People stare
Looking here and looking there
Where am I,
With no one to care
Only me and you, a perfect pair.
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I'm going to write till I die. I'll write stories, music, poetry and I guarantee that I will post half of it on here. Keep a look out! Xx
You register every glint, every dazzle, Of the purity that surrounds us, But only through your eyes, Would we be able to understand your experiences.
The rain won't stop until Christmas, The wind has changed direction, Now the downpour knocks on my window, 'Wont you come out and play?' Nothing else awaits you today.
The (maybe) completed work.
I like to walk. I get a great deal of thinking done when I'm on my own and surrounded by empty fields or darkened by tree shadows in high summer.
I walk in the valley each day Sometimes green and full of hope Sometimes wonder if I'll cope I talk in the valley each day Whether or not somebody's there I'll chat away, I don't care I sleep in the...
A milky haze swallows me. As the mist rolls across the field. I raise my arms, as if to embrace. And to the clouds I yield. The air is cool and bitter. It carries the smell of sea.
Her hair is dark. Her eyes are too. Her skin is pale. Her lies are true. Her thoughts are hers. And hers alone. Her heart gives out. A busy tone. She stays inside. Her self made cage. Lets no one in.
Sometimes enlightenment. Can feel like a punishment. You can never not know. What you all ready do. You can never forget. Knowledge causing upset. You can never unwind. The pre-existing time.
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