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My hands are shaking.
Let it bleed.
As the blood runs down
With great speed.
The cuts and bruises
Never heal.
Take the pain,
I no longer feel.
Blood stains
Along my clothes.
All the hurt
The cuts expose.
Again and again,
Just a little deeper.
For all these secrets,
I'll be the keeper.
Let it bleed.
As the blood runs down
With great speed.
The cuts and bruises
Never heal.
Take the pain,
I no longer feel.
Blood stains
Along my clothes.
All the hurt
The cuts expose.
Again and again,
Just a little deeper.
For all these secrets,
I'll be the keeper.
Literature
I Wish I Could Speak French
I wish I could speak French so I could talk freely with our Northern Neighbors. So I could laugh with the leather-clad man with proud lips and a pin-stripe beard as his fingers made a net for his stomach to contain the flood of joy. Instead of merely 'oui' or 'non' or a bewildered 'je ne sais quoi' or a curious 'l'ananas?' None of these promote conversation, around which their exotic culture revolves. I wish I could speak French so I could roam the Alps and the moist sandy avenues under le soleil et les nuages. So I could understand the fanciful names on street signs and posters in the Louvre.
Literature
Do you feel the same?
I'm still just so lost
Can't believe my sadness
You shouldn't leave
What can I say?
I never felt this way
Tried to ignore it for months
I can't hide no more
Maybe it's too late?
My blush increases every second
You know I like someone
But you don't know it's you
Maybe it's true?
You make me smile
I talk happily with you
With you I feel safe and happy
Do you feel the same?
Literature
A spell to bring happiness
First, take a slice from a quivering heart
Which many a time has been torn apart
Then throw in gits that you couldn’t give back
Lies that have led you so far off the track
A dream you had that you lost long ago
And a toy you mislaid once in the snow
Sprinkle on dust from things you would forget
But are not ready to let go of yet
Mix in the words that you wished you had said
Slowly add people you loved who are dead
Leave for a month in a cauldron of tears
Squeezed from a pillowcase over the years
Drink with a friend who tends to annoy
And then, only then, will you find true joy.
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The pain has been revieled.