yawns and teary eyed
in my sisters old dressing gown
'only when I laugh'
a page is being beaten back closed by the gutter winds
back across the face of 'things'
I hope you were really listening when I sang things out the first time - I won't be getting another chanhce. Do you know what really happen'd? I went off in a huff to inspect the safety boats AS INSTRUCTED.. and got cut off from the main fleet, drifting about in ice shambles, but all the warm people..
as I breathe and steady the buffs for the calmest transition, the moving point, I breathe a torn out few days
I offer you my hand and my life
no drama's: mum knows the apple. my dads alright, you know. Things are healing I think. so much heartache and we don't talk about it or if we do I sulk and snipe and am prouder than before, licking my wounds in my adopted room with the three legged bed and vanishing stash. there's none of that here.. one step at a time and then wow the baby is walking
this is my translation, my plea.
the guitar is not cranky and wild today, but Jansch and that mob
I head back to London tonight, to be met at services or so. A few days rehearsing and then... well
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