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Broken WingsWhere were you going, all dressed in black - thigh-high stockings, heels and an oh-so-short skirt?
Where did you come from, all dressed in black - thigh-high stockings torn and running, one shoe and your skirt all skewed?
You stood so quietly there in the dark - I almost didn't see you if it hadn't been for the shadow of your dark broken wings wrapped protectively around you like a cocoon... holding you up for you surely could hardly stand on your own.
Why did you come here, broken as you were? Was it for the glass of water? The blanket around your shoulders as I sat you on the couch? The call to 911 when you stopped responding to me?
Sweetie, you're in a world of hurt and trouble right now - not just from your magical appearance, but from what you did before you came here. Pills and alcohol? Some don't mix, some mix all too well. Ask me about that some day.
But the child! You're someone's baby girl, but you have a baby of your own! You can't be driving around like that... and into onc
All for youFalling asleep with tears in my eyes
And haunted by the thoughts of you
This is for you hun'
Your face is smiling at me
A fake, ghost-version of your old beautiful smile
Teasing me with what could have been
What I could have had
Those bright blue eyes look at me
But the sparkle is gone
Now they're just the eyes of a stranger
I watched you dissappear
I stood by and saw you fade away
Only a ghost is left of the old you
There was nothing I could do
So this is for you my dear
I'm holding you oh so tight
Fighting to bring you back to life
I'm falling asleep with tears in my eyes
These teardrops fall for you
This is all for you my love
It gets betterIt might not have been your day,
With the sky above turned all gray.
You might ask yourself why?
Sometimes it feels like you slightly die.
You carry this secret with you,
It might make you feel a bit blue.
You don't dare to tell another person,
Fearing your image might worsen.
Fearing of what they might think,
Fearing they might leave you in a blink
Thinking what you will say
When you will tell your parents you're gay
But the actual feeling when you tell,
Even if it might feel slightly like hell.
You know that you are now free,
And you know it will get better,
on that you can trust me.
Reading Why do you like it?
It's such a simple question, yet she finds it hard to answer.
Does she like reading because it's in some way forbidden? She must read fashion magazines, yes, but real books? Of course not!
Does she like it because it's somehow an escape? Is it the fact that she lets her tea go cold because she's a million miles away, chasing a world that does not exist? The fact that, when she has to tear herself away, she's afraid that the story will continue on without her?
Does she like the fact that it's a distraction? How trivial do mere bruises seem when soldiers are being struck down in battle? What are a few harsh words, when she's learning of women who were beaten down so hard and yet still managed to stand and fight?
Does she like it?
How she hates the way her mind has faded, provided with so many glossy images that she's been left unable to conjure any of her own. She can go about her day without acknowledging this horrible thought, but only by leaving the
I wake up from my dreams smiling
Because I can feel your arms around me
Then I remember...
I wonder if you think about me too
If you miss talking and laughing with me
Holding me close and protecting me
But maybe that's selfish of me to think
Do specific songs you hear on the radio
Make you tear up? Remind you of when we
Were happy and things were going well?
I wonder what you feel when you hear my name
Or when you see a car that looks like mine
Does your stomach drop?
Do you use your depression as an excuse
To hide that how you feel is because of how hurt
You are like I do? Too afraid to admit that you
Let someone close enough to destroy you?
Maybe I am the one who is perfect for you
And that scares the hell out of you.
Or maybe I'm just fooling myself.
ScarsThe mind forgets
But the heart remembers
The criss-crossing scars
Show like stars
The streaming tears
And haunting fears
Of the slain
The cries of those
Who never screamed
Praying for life
Without a sound
The pleas for help
The wishes that chance
The pain might dull
And the mind forget
But the heart
Will always remember
DreamsYou are as young as you feel
Quite cliché, but it is quite real
Everybody wants to live their dream
Sometimes getting caught up in the stream
They flow down the river
Sometimes they slightly shiver
Fearing that they don't know where the river will end
Will it be a good or a bad end?
They spend their lives securing their lives
Sometimes not even living their lives
They want to keep what they got
Getting caught up in their own plot
Starting to regret the things we missed
Sometimes even making us a bit pissed
Asking ourselves each day: what if?
Sometimes we even slightly sniff
The future is about to unfold
We cannot turn old
As long as we dream instead of regret
BruisedTell me the words I desire to hear, your honesty is optional.
Bandage my deepest wounds, while cleansing your bloodied blade.
Be so selfless to put me first, only to use me as your human shield.
Take the courage to lash out at my enemies, just to feed your own ego.
Praise me for my generosity, knowing I'm gullible enough to give you what you want.
Beg me for my forgiveness, only to repeat your betrayals.
Confide in me your fears, just to take from me my hopes.
Create in me a purpose, then reveal it to be meaningless.
Leave me with my darkest thoughts, making your escape with my dreams.
Set the standard for my expectations, left with nothing but a broken promise.
If I was your Vampire There is nothing I want more now than your neck
I can be your eternal vampire who could deck
Your blood, turning it into sparkling rubies
Your melliferous skin, morphine for my griefs.
But if I do this, the curse will not easily break
Only sacrificing my soul for your own sake
For all that, I still can not stand it
You are the real kidnapper, me,a victim.
Turning back my eyes to your blue veins
I would keep them forever in chains
Comparing them to melting ice
Just the color of your precious eyes.
Your EyesI see the pity in your eyes.
You see in the woman that I've become the child that grew from darkness, from turmoil and insecurity the child that should never have been born (he said).
I see the pity in your eyes.
You cannot see my light.
Every experience, dark & light, good & evil has helped shape me into the woman that I am (from the child that never should have been).
You do not see my strength, pride and contentment with who I am.
You do not see the pity in my eyes.
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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