Ok well i have been trying to get this right for so long that i have now given up. Published it and unpublished it too many times. If you want to see how i would have liked to have written it, skip over to F.i.i.ne Moods excellent interpretation.
a chipped and broken life
she dances on her broken flowers
it's a cold and lonely night.
And as the wind blows her tumbleweed soul
she says...
"sorry i missed my life
but i got confused
by a deceitful dream
and i am slowly
losing the fight."
There is no glitter
or even gold
life is rarely as it seems.
And as the wind blows her tumbleweed soul
she says...
"sorry i will have to come clean
i am just a rag doll
a forgotten heart
and i'm trapped
in a frightful scene
my memories cascade igniting deceit
stealing throughout my veins
i'm walking alone through the desolate streets
while the darkness measures my pain
i sift the ashes of tortured dreams
in search of a trace of my life
emotions billow sailing my mind
but fear distorts all the light."
So as the wind blows her tumbleweed soul
she dissolves into the moon one last time
"i can not face the dawn a new
so this time it really is
goodbye."
And so the wind blows her tumbleweed soul...
© Rik - 11/07/2006
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2006-07-11 at 16:57
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Tumbleweed soul
Painted hearts on painted toesa chipped and broken life
she dances on her broken flowers
it's a cold and lonely night.
And as the wind blows her tumbleweed soul
she says...
"sorry i missed my life
but i got confused
by a deceitful dream
and i am slowly
losing the fight."
There is no glitter
or even gold
life is rarely as it seems.
And as the wind blows her tumbleweed soul
she says...
"sorry i will have to come clean
i am just a rag doll
a forgotten heart
and i'm trapped
in a frightful scene
my memories cascade igniting deceit
stealing throughout my veins
i'm walking alone through the desolate streets
while the darkness measures my pain
i sift the ashes of tortured dreams
in search of a trace of my life
emotions billow sailing my mind
but fear distorts all the light."
So as the wind blows her tumbleweed soul
she dissolves into the moon one last time
"i can not face the dawn a new
so this time it really is
goodbye."
And so the wind blows her tumbleweed soul...
© Rik - 11/07/2006
Poetry by Rik
Read 733 times
Written on 2006-07-11 at 16:57
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