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Winterings
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Winterings |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Winterings Please help, my head is tripping insane I'm rolling on the floor in pain please deposit pills and Christmas lights into my brain 'cause there's black ice clinging to my ribcage bloodclot the poem and turn the page Cloud-veiled moon cries cigarette coughs of a song I hum along with the shortwave sunrise break the code and wring out all the wrong my love has ever loved Pretty sunsets all bleed into a dull glow to hypnotize your butterfly eyes on a freshly minted footprint in the snow we searched all of New Years for your angel feathers and devil tears never found a thing never had a song to sing inside, outside our hearts tearing our smiles apart Watch close as I break the world into sparks bounding around your fingers as you play my chords honey your halo rewinds the pale grey dark that surrounds me every day I fight the hordes but you know I'd give all my spirit-split dreams and all the failed summons of stray sunbeams just to pull up the spring and murder the needle cold to mean everything to your lovely soul "Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite and I don't know why" -- Van Morrison, 'Sweet Thing' |
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Angel4aKing Senior Member
since 2006-09-27
Posts 1372USA |
wow.....that's all just wow!!!! Strong feelings.... kingsangel |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
oh my!! your words are felt here - heartstrong and soulful! Be well Roniece |
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