The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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Sunday, January 23, 2011
there is much she is fighting inside, even though the smile on her face hides the battle well.
piece by piece, she is falling apart.
with every beat, her heart slows down.
there seems no turning back on what you can't save, for the broken hearted.
still, time ticks on. there is not always a second chance.
her world is filled with strangers, even the reflection in the mirror reveals a stranger.
how does a shelter become a prison? where is the key, where is the best way out?
cold silences fill the empty spaces she roams each day and silence keeps her awake in the dead of night.
the night sky is filled with stars that are falling down...and she wonders....where did she go wrong.
maybe she danced on the moon too soon. maybe she lived in the shadows for too long.
there are times when even the best laid plans fell apart in her hands and good intentions never end the way she intended them to be.
it's tears and rain as memories flood in. she searches for comfort in the pain and wonders.....when the time is right, will she close her eyes and find her dreams become reality.
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