Holes in the cracks of her soul shoes .....
a dripping bleeding heart ? an empty cookie jar?
full of sorrow silver apples, golden chocolate?
no poetry bleeding inside, as the years fly by?
drunk, high, stoned feeling down?
her weakness is that she cares ....can't fight the tears back ?
the walls are breathing, talking ?
but she's still turning the pages, on that photo album ?
wanting to let go, but can't ....
reading the deep poetry, in her yearbooks ?
the stuff they wrote over the years....
that left marks in her soul, heart ...
the things she said and didn't say ......
the past comes back to life, on her walls ?
faces projecting images on her walls ......
in black and gray like a slide show, of the crooked, sad, good memories ......
that come to life, replaying over an over an over ?
that kill the soul, heart and never leave .....
The windows are open, zoning out, fading away with the wind....
but the stars are falling, and the sky too?
but bridges that she's burned over time ....
the years that went under them ?
like a ray of light, time standing still ?
not running away, but doesn't want to know ?
about sad poetry .......
the sadness dripping from her heart and soul ....
on her own NOW, wishing she can ride a horse
to the valley of the moon? where the good life starts?
but can she survive ......
the sad poetry - NO poetry at all.....
socking in love that has no poetry ?
where she came from, is not where she's going....
so what are sweet dreams made of ?
is everybody looking for something ?
is there logic out there, that makes sense ?
laughing more often back then, missing the good times,
but no one will ever know her.....
nd thatdoesn't want to remember ? but wants to rewrite the story
with a perfect ending ...........
burning up the past,
she doesn't need it? to tell her who she is ?
it will always come back ?
moving on, being on her way ?
without being scared ?
of perfect, real poetry
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