What is insideWhat is inside grows and grows The love which created knows and knows And what will become Of this blooimg flower? And when will it give life To this amazing power?What is inside
Trapped in her towerTrapped in her tower the Princess weeps. She longs for her love or song or sleep. The silence rings through her delicate mind; Pangs of lonliness make thoughts unkind. Her valiant knight so near, so close And unaware his Princess awaits, morose. This knight; a rogue of questionable name Is killing the fire and dousing the flames.Trapped in her tower
Fire AlarmThe music made me write this It made me feel safe. You used to do that. But the music is my life As once you were. It consumes me It fills the gap. I'm waiting for my dinner With the fire alarm Ringing over my music. My music, my love. Lovers, us and the notes. And I felt down today But the music didn't car As once you did.Fire Alarm
HurtA pain. Not the sudden gush you expect. A relief, Still feels enclosing. Trapped. Thsi pain offers little escape. Would it be different If things were different? Emotions Heart Soul Body It's all pain. So does it matter? Or should it be different? Should I not hurt? Control over my pain But out of control. Out of pain And into hurt.Hurt
Hey Ho
Joy
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From now on I will behave, but in the back of my mind I will be enslaved.
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From now on I will behave, but in the back of my mind I will be enslaved.
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From now on I will behave, but in the back of my mind I will be enslaved.
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From now on I will behave, but in the back of my mind I will be enslaved.
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From now on I will behave, but in the back of my mind I will be enslaved.
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