what she used to be.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Good God Almighty I feel strained.

My tears crank out a beat
With the flow goes the show
Take a bow and retreat

I found it amusing when I decided it was a good idea to take it upon myself to take risk take flight take time take shots

Literally.

Hiding behind the décor the decorum the decoration was my offended little soul that would have cried without acknowledgment

But got it.

Free now is the body but bound is the heart
It's buried in some dirt, treat it like treasure and go dig it out, clean it, and put it on display.

To be stolen

Oh, you know that's what it was made for.

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