Monday, September 5. 2011
hindsight
we are so very sure
of far too many things
we play so slickly on our heart strings
by causing pains with chains
we are so sure of what remains
and really we're just insecure
but one thing is, in fact, for sure
(with all my inmost bruised)
i should have never fused
the golden buckler
© 2011
of far too many things
we play so slickly on our heart strings
by causing pains with chains
we are so sure of what remains
and really we're just insecure
but one thing is, in fact, for sure
(with all my inmost bruised)
i should have never fused
the golden buckler
© 2011
Thursday, September 1. 2011
osnabrueck
all i knew was summer
never came again
rain would be my private curse
driving me insane
all i saw were strangers
hating me like hell
making all my misery worse
breaking down my shell
all i had were letters
forming in my mind
drawing up a universe
leaving peace behind
© 7/10
never came again
rain would be my private curse
driving me insane
all i saw were strangers
hating me like hell
making all my misery worse
breaking down my shell
all i had were letters
forming in my mind
drawing up a universe
leaving peace behind
© 7/10
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