Blood drips down my leg
Searing hot pain and scratches.
Home is far away.
Gravel in my cuts -
Night of dancing ends with blood.
Never ending pain.
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a far away look crept into her eyes as she gazed up to the sky. wishing she could play amongst the stars; longing for their acceptance. lonesome lullabies of the heart. Glittering - shimmering overhead. Dance with me oh sweet fairies of the night!
My sombre shadows have crept from the wooden chest
hidden deep inside my soul
and I couldn't shut the lid quite quick enough.
I hope the world feels better tomorrow when we wake.
1 comment:
AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! What happened to your knee?? I scraped my knee too this weekend. I was in a taxi that took a corner too fast and flew off my seat onto the floor. I can't wear skirts to work all week :(
Chiara.
PS, I sent you a postcard from Arran.
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