Black hearts floating on the wind,
Come to rest at my feet,
They shatter as they hit the earth,
In a million pieces across the street.
I raise my head to see their faces,
Black hearts kiss me on the cheek,
There are no familiar places I know,
Where my feet can reach.
There is nowhere I can run to.
No where a safe haven for me.
I’m scared of what I’ve made myself.
Nothing can bring me peace.
I’ll escape this all one day
As a seed may grow into a tree.
When finally my heart shall rest
And the black hearts vanish around me.
A place where my creative waves grow and die. The notebooks i keep, although they aren't always accurate or regular, are recorded here. This is somewhere where i hope i can make it work...
Saturday, September 17, 2005
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