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Tired we go back there and find some of ourselves. I know this pain will remain in us and I will know the money. It 's money. I am not a child, but I paint flowers I put in them and you, you for me are the world. I cried and dreamed. I was infinitely alone. I wanted to forgive, but I chose to keep silent.
Tired we are looking again for the love to fix every wrong trail and to keep everything for us to paint again, to give us life. How do we hide behind thick walls to wipe out all these traces that put our eyes back in tears and I know the money. It 's money.
I ran - I did not. I was fast-delayed. And without you I live without heart Looking at a child with an ice heart I paint my flowers. Shared, changed the world Separated, with you we killed the laughter. There is nothing left now to live in us, to draw dreams. How do we hide behind thick walls to wipe out all these traces that put our eyes back in tears and I know the money. It 's money.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-06-17 at 19:28
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Listen to me by Ann Wood
With the smile of a child I remember you today and in my heart the place is for you. I lost you before, but now it hurts, I risk and I forgive, but you are still. Shared, changed the world Separated, with you we killed the laughter. There is nothing left now to live in us, to draw dreams.Tired we go back there and find some of ourselves. I know this pain will remain in us and I will know the money. It 's money. I am not a child, but I paint flowers I put in them and you, you for me are the world. I cried and dreamed. I was infinitely alone. I wanted to forgive, but I chose to keep silent.
Tired we are looking again for the love to fix every wrong trail and to keep everything for us to paint again, to give us life. How do we hide behind thick walls to wipe out all these traces that put our eyes back in tears and I know the money. It 's money.
I ran - I did not. I was fast-delayed. And without you I live without heart Looking at a child with an ice heart I paint my flowers. Shared, changed the world Separated, with you we killed the laughter. There is nothing left now to live in us, to draw dreams. How do we hide behind thick walls to wipe out all these traces that put our eyes back in tears and I know the money. It 's money.
Poetry by Ann Wood
Read 981 times
Written on 2017-06-17 at 19:28
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