Found this today….
Its a good reminder….
Doubt Speaks…. – http://wp.me/p1lcgX-t9
Found this today….
Its a good reminder….
Doubt Speaks…. – http://wp.me/p1lcgX-t9
Gypsy girl
dressed in red and black,
Auburn curls
fall down your back,
In the garden
bare feet you sway,
The music transports you
so far away,
In your sweet voice I
hear you say,
That you think of him
every single day,
Tell me what
it is about him,
You’ve called him the sweetest
most perfect sin,
Gypsy girl so wild
untame,
Tell me how your heart
he’s slain,
Tell me how he has your soul
so true,
And how anything for him
you will do,
Gypsy girl
bare feet on earth,
You set yourself on fire
and from the ashes rebirth,
You weave your words
speak of love in waves,
You say you drown in him
and yet you he save’s,
Gypsy girl
dressed in red and black,
Auburn curls
fall down your back,
So tell me girl
does he own your soul,
Much more you reply
he owns me whole….
.x.
I want to tell you that I think of you
when the sun goes down,
And I think of those eyes such a depth
and I drown,
You’ve got
this key,
And it unlocks something
so deep inside of me,
I drown in you
and I care not,
Until there’s only you
everything else forgot,
And I know that I often
get things wrong,
But know that my heart
to you belong,
That you would but see
the same in me,
When I see nothing but you
for eternity….
.x.
There was once a girl who was an emotional mess….
Your words caress my skin.
Your smile messes with my head.
Your goodbye makes my heart bleed.
Your lies ravage my soul.
The fact you didn’t care? Destroys me….
I have loved, I do love, I continue to love, always love….
You.
You, only you, always you….
Current song….
So much on my mind I’ve hardly slept.
I swear I’m clawing
at the walls of my own mind,
And I’m crying and I’m failing
everywhere is you I find,
I’m shouting and I’m screaming
the wind whips the words away,
But I guess it doesn’t matter
you don’t hear what I say,
My heart and soul keep crying for you
so I play the music so loud,
But it just can’t go up high enough
to block their deafening sound,
There are times…. not many but yes times, where there are so many words, far to many words, and I fall into the abyss of them. I love words, I adore words. I love how you break them down and put them back together. How they can bring joy or heartache. How they can build you up or strip you bare. But there are so many words swirling in a never ending vortex and I just want to give up and not write. Let them just envelope me instead.
Current song….
“Don’t know what you’ve got.” By “Cinderella.”
I give up today.
My every breath is stained with your name….
(Just to make life worse? The song that has just started playing? “Til my last day.” Right now? I give up….)
You
you lied,
The hurt I
died,
These tears I’ve
cried,
You
you don’t care,
Me
always there,
You hurt and your not bothered
makes it so unfair,
And I love
love love love,
Unconditionally
your so far above,
This kills
just don’t want this,
You only you
heart cries I miss,
Stop it
stop it stop it all,
I’m breaking
feel the fall,
And you
you lie,
You don’t care who you hurt
prove to yourself your wanted you try,
One of my favourite songs
playing,
I love you
my hearts praying,
I miss you need you want you
more and more and more,
But you lied
my legs give out the tears overtake I hit the floor,
Why? Just why just why
look at the sky,
But only a toy for you I’m
so low but you’re so high,
Never good enough….
I wish….
But the moon has swallowed all the wishes
And says their all fake,
Meaning so little
nothing left to take
I give up.
I do love you and I do love you
And you lie,
Her always her
so many tears I give up let me sleep….
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