Friday, 5 December 2008

Were did the good times go?

Like a broken arrow, I'll catch the tail wind and draw the clouds
Burning sugarBlack as smoke
Closing wallsI open my heart
She sings when she hurtsIt's good to sink deep inside
To my only touchstoneShe's a friend in the dark
My strength my memories
She delight's in torture, and holds my hand but never shields me
Because the best shield is to accept the pain
Then what can really destroy me?
Let me close my eyes and lie invisible
And perhaps the clouds will pass through me

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