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Spilled Milk
Just a dinner, no candle light, spilled the milk, did not impress the child She thought I was old, then a child's perception 27 years ago. now,he's gone, buried rejection. Alone with our memory, . a dinner is all, nothing to spill, just tears still milking thoughts of the last 27 years. Raine Les 9/3/2009 |
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I so
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my life seem to tip over as i watch the milk run all over me as i feel vulnerable unknown of why, as the emotions tend to run wild and i hold back my tears, im falling down by the edge as where im hearing my voice screem silently, it can be a mess as hold back dark secerts but pouring out your soul helps with the fright |
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i added on my life seem to tip over as i watch the milk run all over me as i feel vulnerable unknown of why, as the emotions tend to run wild and i hold back my tears, im falling down by the edge as where im hearing my voice screem silently, it can be a mess as hold back dark secerts but pouring out your soul helps with the fright You feel my heart so deeply this kindred whisper. Yes, fright, one that would heal If I could look under that bed I told myself where really, nothing lives in the dark. |
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i added on my life seem to tip over as i watch the milk run all over me as i feel vulnerable unknown of why, as the emotions tend to run wild and i hold back my tears, im falling down by the edge as where im hearing my voice screem silently, it can be a mess as hold back dark secerts but pouring out your soul helps with the fright You feel my heart so deeply this kindred whisper. Yes, fright, one that would heal If I could look under that bed I told myself where really, nothing lives in the dark. added more as nothing lives in the dark, but just spooky creatures you know are not there. as your watching your life sneak upon you, your healing as you know how, as looking under the bed to search for no man kind, the darkness seem to end the unseen troubles you have encounter through time |
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i added on my life seem to tip over as i watch the milk run all over me as i feel vulnerable unknown of why, as the emotions tend to run wild and i hold back my tears, im falling down by the edge as where im hearing my voice screem silently, it can be a mess as hold back dark secerts but pouring out your soul helps with the fright You feel my heart so deeply this kindred whisper. Yes, fright, one that would heal If I could look under that bed I told myself where really, nothing lives in the dark. you are kind and wise, I have often appreciated you. Your Rose, must be your sweetness as well. Thank you. added more as nothing lives in the dark, but just spooky creatures you know are not there. as your watching your life sneak upon you, your healing as you know how, as looking under the bed to search for no man kind, the darkness seem to end the unseen troubles you have encounter through time |
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i added on my life seem to tip over as i watch the milk run all over me as i feel vulnerable unknown of why, as the emotions tend to run wild and i hold back my tears, im falling down by the edge as where im hearing my voice screem silently, it can be a mess as hold back dark secerts but pouring out your soul helps with the fright You feel my heart so deeply this kindred whisper. Yes, fright, one that would heal If I could look under that bed I told myself where really, nothing lives in the dark. you are kind and wise, I have often appreciated you. Your Rose, must be your sweetness as well. Thank you. added more as nothing lives in the dark, but just spooky creatures you know are not there. as your watching your life sneak upon you, your healing as you know how, as looking under the bed to search for no man kind, the darkness seem to end the unseen troubles you have encounter through time my rose? you mean my daughter, rose is her middle name. but i used to call her by her middle name when she was little.. and yes she has a very kind heart. |
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i added on my life seem to tip over as i watch the milk run all over me as i feel vulnerable unknown of why, as the emotions tend to run wild and i hold back my tears, im falling down by the edge as where im hearing my voice screem silently, it can be a mess as hold back dark secerts but pouring out your soul helps with the fright You feel my heart so deeply this kindred whisper. Yes, fright, one that would heal If I could look under that bed I told myself where really, nothing lives in the dark. you are kind and wise, I have often appreciated you. Your Rose, must be your sweetness as well. Thank you. added more as nothing lives in the dark, but just spooky creatures you know are not there. as your watching your life sneak upon you, your healing as you know how, as looking under the bed to search for no man kind, the darkness seem to end the unseen troubles you have encounter through time my rose? you mean my daughter, rose is her middle name. but i used to call her by her middle name when she was little.. and yes she has a very kind heart. yes, your daughter, I think of your writing when I see a rose, now. Words leave tremendous impressions. You have a gentle way with your wisdom. I share your writing and responses with my Mary. It is helping her, a reflection for her wounded spirit. |
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Lovely!
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