Blisters On Ice

every word every tune every jive brings the ground back to my feet, long lost memories,painfully happy days going by,the dark trees gathering me ,holding me imprisoned by their long branches and hands...and yet i hold my still ,i hold the strength, i hold myself against the winds of insanity...i hold the sounds in my lap ,hugging tight to the flowing melody, the moment of peace floating by,..

warpaint playing in the back is like an anchor to my senses peeling away the bruised feelings,the new pink skin of comfort and freedom lingering outside,yes i was lost and saved.

my love note to warpaint...

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211prachi 211prachi
22-25, F
May 11, 2012