Kimberleena ( you won’t be lonely long )


Kimberleena seventeena making pretty pictures
You got the test tube bottle blues
And a future on the loose
A million treats per words ye speaks
I’m really listening
And when you stop to listen to me
You become a place I wouldn’t want to leave

I know you think its all going wrong
But you won’t be lonely long
And whatevers going on you won’t be lonely, you won’t be lonely long

Is someone reading what you’re writing?
Is someone feeling what you’re meaning?
“Holding it in”- that just ain’t you now is it Kim?
Who knows the future that will suit you
But keep your heart shouting out
‘cause it’s a beautiful roar like an s.o.s that reached the shore

I know you think its all going wrong
But you won’t be lonely long
And whatevers going on, you won’t be lonely, you won’t be lonely long.

thankyou redbull drinker x

Londinium drips
a fair maiden hides n seeks
tonight all that sails...the forseen purple of a mermaids tail
the stars, her lover
hidden behind her step-mother
still a tommorrow peeps
as her willowing braveness creeps
''what say you old sailor? dont your sky shine paler?'

seagulls press forbidden whispers gainst their lulling lips
many a man hath fought n failed an eternity of trips
what lies beneath?
clenched finger tips tales of sorrow in a wishing well of tommorrow
once upon a dream..her heart a soldier did borrow
in life hes dead
only in darkness doth he tread..his life never 'stead'
instead...alonging for an infinite life of sinking bed

night night x

i read a girl today

her words washed too often -mankind ( a washing machine)
so i brought them down to a waterfall (the most prettiest) one's ever seen
a place where once we played at seventeen
imagine...a dress of sequined seam
the sun, its copper beam

is a heart always red?
lady his'muse'(of-the-tuts)
as she tuts in the rain
stamps out the puddles, paddles 'the pain'
pray for an umbrella of hope
pretty enough to loosen lifes rope
all the enchantment of a windmill which once bled
the steam, the stead.....in breath, now 'dead'
as lady tut pled...her hands, her shields
a pigment of rouge
her heart sleeping, her lover not left to 'proove'

berleena x