I will never forget what it is like to be lost and free..
I will always know what it is like to be found and bound..
we went round & round
until my sounds were silenced
You never understood
My heart was your design
the markings of you permanent..
The ink has dried
yet on & on we go..
even though our song is no longer sung
you are all I know..
Who could blame me
I didn’t want just the flame
I wanted my turn to feel the burn and to
You collect the debts of my soul
You paint the pictures in my mind
You paint the pictures in my heart
You will follow me in my new start
Blood stained by the likes of you..
Cold feet, its a significant part of the religion called ‘love’ comes in a off stage ‘totall committment’. We get a bit scared. Knowing what we have or had, not really knowing where we go Read more…