A Journal of Sorts
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"Turn around - Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round Turn around - Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears Turn around - Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by Turn around - Every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes Turn around, Bright-eyes Turn around - Every now and then I get a little bit restless and I dream of something wild Turn around - Every now and then I get a little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms Turn around - Every now and then I get a little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry Turn around - Every now and then I get a little bit terrified but then I see the look in your eyes Turn around, Bright-eyes Once upon a time I was falling in love..." |
~ Bonnie Tyler ~ she cries... dear she lies I die buried by my fears she cries I die drowning in her tears and round and round I rage and melt this is madness most I ever felt how did I get addicted to anyone who could be so cold? feel so old I did my best my dead never rest she calls I run to be by her side she falls I run raise her from inside and round and round I spin amidst laughing succubus fatally kissed how did I ever fall for the oldest story ever told? feeling so old I failed the test my dead never rest she comes she goes leaving me turning to stone promises broken torture won't leave me alone and round and round I beg for the end I pray for peace scream never again betrayed by my own heart I break the mold feeling so old now I've confessed my dead never rest ooooo, where is that eerie music now?... I should stop making fun of my wounds and scars and foibles and humiliations, huh?... well dontcha know it's a defense mechanism?... I'm still healing some of it, after all... humor heals as much as the tears cleanse... but you know that... that's why I so easily fall in love with your words... shhhh, we'll let the child sleep now... strange how such dark lullabies work where the superficial la la stuff might not... The Telling . o O ( and still there is reason to celebrate ) O o . Happy Birthday Heidi (old friends never die) and Happy Birthday Helen (new friends are life's high) J |
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