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From daisy chains and summer lawns
to rainy nights & a soul that mourns
for innocence lost, for all the mistakes
daggers in backs and dull winter aches
blood that bled red has changed its hue
to a startling shade of forget me not blue
eyes which were white, turn nicotine yellow
whats now desperation was once so mellow
bright searing flames fade to charcoal black
which hide what we had and show what we lack
So much raw emotion and pain, and yet you control the form beautifully. Keep on writing!
 | ronkeytonk [Member] 2008-08-25 @ 12:36 |
Thanks, that was very kind of you to say, put a smile on my face.
Its about how a bright and gentle soul can take a turn for the worse and from there spiral until they hit rock bottom. Then drugs begin to creep in and they turn into a Pete Doherty type character. Its sad, i saw it happen to a close friend.
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2008-08-18 @ 11:57