~°~ Slowly my heart is bleedin dry, drop by drop ~°~

Images floating by
my heart longing
stretching out its little arms to hold
to get a hold of you
or you

bread crumbs appear occasionally
apart from that just tumbleweed

when I'm near the edge
you'll catch me with a string
you whirl me round
playing with your little puppet

give me a dress
paint my face
I'll play any role
you imagine
I'll cut a fine figure

my fortress is shaking
spitting me out now and then
changing its colours from dark
to bright to dark again

I can't get out, I just can't let go
don't know how to close that door anymore
with every step inside I tangled up more and more
4.8.10 22:17
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