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Blue tearsBlue from fear,
away from the eyes of youth.
Love so close,
could it be,
it was understood,
just never seen.
The future only a blink away,
wet winks slow its gaze,
Life... only around the corner.
The pain so clear for me to see,
blue tears that can not hide,
hate so close to love,
but love is all I have.
To let go is not to be reminded,
Holding on for all Im worth,
wanting to move on, being held back,
Im dead to you,
your proven me that.
You say goodbye,
I say hello.
Tomorrow brings a new dayHer hair tired back tightly in a bun on the top of her head make her come across as harsh.
This was far from the truth. Amy was an amazing girl. her friends adored her, her little brother thought the world of her. Her grades where always above average.
Netball and Vollyball were her choice of sports.
She didnt really like having long hair, her mother how ever had promised her if she grew it long for the prom she would get her that dress she had been drooling over for the past 6 months.
With its long sleeves, V neck, yes the peach coloured dress would go wonderfully with the ruby red necklace her great Grandmother had left her in the will.
A tear fell down her cheek as she remembered her grand nanny.
Amy missed her so much. Along with her she also took Amy's Daddy. A strong willed man who always gave 110% to his family.
From that day on Amy vowed never to drink. It was her secret promise she made to her father as she sat beside him watching him die before her eyes.
A thing called love? or no?How can you call this thing called love the sweetest thing it is
when the pain is more then what love is
its a cut against the chest
A wounded scar that has not healed
a bleeding soul with no heart beat
When the tide rolls in a drift wood floats
back and fwd's to and tho
is this how your feelings are is this how it goes?
Do you cry yourself to sleep
or sleep with a smile
is this how its meant to be
or is it all a hoax?
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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